newspapers going dones on the corner of the street,
街角的报纸停刊,
All goes to memories of the place we left to cry,
在这里我们哭着分开,在这里回忆汹涌袭来,
in the days we love and life and try to make our way,
那些我们爱过生活过的日子,那些我们在一起的努力尝试,
I should have told you then,
那时我应该告诉你的,
I should have told you then should have told you then,
我本该告诉你,我本该告诉你的。