Solitaire

there was a man, a lonely man,
who lost his love through his indifference.
a heart that kept, that went unchecked,
until it died within his silence.


andsolitaire's the only game in town,
and every road that takes him down.
and by himself, it's easy to pretend,
he'll never love again.


and keeping to himself he plays the game,
without her love it always ends the same.
while life goes on around him everywhere,
he's playingsolitaire.


a little hope goes up in smoke,
just how it goes, goes without saying.
there was a man, a lonely man,
who would command the hand he's playing.
有一个男人
一个孤独的老翁
他失去爱情
透过他冷漠

那颗关怀之心,
亲赴独享
直到去世
他仍沉默

而在城里纸牌是唯一游戏
所有的路都带他走
他走了,
是他自己轻易的伪装
他将不再爱

为了保护自己
他玩那场游戏
少了她的爱
结局永远都一样
他四处生活
玩着纸牌

小泡影,
多么希望它不言而喻

有一个男人
一个孤独的老翁
谁在指挥着演奏
是他的手