As youths we used to talk at night
就像我们年轻时的彻夜长谈
Of the joys that life was going to bring our way
那些本应被生活置于我们生命中的快乐
And the failures of our forebears
那些我们前人所犯下的错误
Were as clear to us as the cold light of day
对我们如同白昼冷光一样清晰
But now those days are dead and gone
但是现在，那些日子已经死去消失
And the future that we had is now the past
而我们本拥有的未来现在已经成为过去
And it's cobwebs that we cling to
而我们紧抓着只是一些蛛网
Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands
我们的渴望在我们手中化为了灰烬