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.
내 어깨에 머리를 얹고, 내 허벅지에 손을 얹은 채, 후회와 고갈을 달콤하게 따라 불렸는데 그녀는 너무 어렸고 나도 너무 어려서, 그녀의 고통을 믿지 못했나.