And head on my shoulder, hand on my thigh, sang sweetly along, of regrets and depletions she was too young for, as I was too young, later, to believe in her pain.
在我的肩上，手头枕在我的大腿， 甜蜜，遗憾与消逝 她太年轻了， 因为我太年轻，以后，相信她的痛苦。