安装 Steam
登录
|
语言
繁體中文(繁体中文)
日本語(日语)
한국어(韩语)
ไทย(泰语)
български(保加利亚语)
Čeština(捷克语)
Dansk(丹麦语)
Deutsch(德语)
English(英语)
Español-España(西班牙语 - 西班牙)
Español - Latinoamérica(西班牙语 - 拉丁美洲)
Ελληνικά(希腊语)
Français(法语)
Italiano(意大利语)
Bahasa Indonesia(印度尼西亚语)
Magyar(匈牙利语)
Nederlands(荷兰语)
Norsk(挪威语)
Polski(波兰语)
Português(葡萄牙语 - 葡萄牙)
Português-Brasil(葡萄牙语 - 巴西)
Română(罗马尼亚语)
Русский(俄语)
Suomi(芬兰语)
Svenska(瑞典语)
Türkçe(土耳其语)
Tiếng Việt(越南语)
Українська(乌克兰语)
报告翻译问题

Combatting all destinies
It’s not for nothing that I impress
On myself what I should be
I know I need it
No, there is no freedom
There’s a missing piece
The howling energy
Is a shining vacancy
Thinking I’d survive with everything I was gaining
Behind the curtain I was sinking
With everything I’m supposed to be
I’m waiting for the fall
I’ve been dreaming of somewhere seeing
Us close to the knives
If I could have a morning
To have a moment
A silver lining
Id stick them in, twist them down, bury with ease
Power bastard
Pathetic master
I’m reliving Saturn eating
His flesh is everything of mine
You took it all and left me nothing
Laid me in a hole
For death to feed on
그대는 알지 못할 나의 종교는
잠겨진 상자 속의 두려움
눈 뒤의 눈을 감고 모른 척하네
가 본 적 없는 곳의 그리움
아무도 찾지 않는 나의 나라는
아홉 걸음 반 잠긴 어두움
장난스런 얼굴이랑
울퉁불퉁한 건강 샌들이랑
칠판 지우개의 냄새랑
아침에 일어났더니
비가 내리던 일요일이랑
그리고, 빵 껍데기 같은
것보다는 좋아해"