Lorida歌词

　Lorida:
　　Hearing stories about Shels’s daughter, I recalled my daughter Lorida. I married her mother in a wheat field. I always remembered the day she was born, her skin and her hair. But she left us anyway and eloped away with a man with black skin. So-called eternal love was no more than absurd legends, I thought. I still missed my daughter. In dreams, I always feared, because her voice was always there. I didn’t know if she was dead, but I had this strange feeling that she was.
听着Shels讲起她的女儿，我想起了我自己的女儿Lorida，我和她妈妈是在一个麦田里结婚的。我永远记得她出生的那天。记得她的皮肤和头发。可她还是离开了我们，她和一个皮肤黝黑的男人跑了，所谓那永恒的爱情，在我看来只是荒诞的传奇而已。我还是想我的女儿的。在梦里，我总是恐惧，因为总有Lorida的声音，我不知道她是否是死了。但我有种这样奇怪的感觉。