I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.
我学会了孤独的奇妙艺术，当你一个人走在路上时，那种饱经风霜的渴望就会汹涌而过，汹涌而过。
我学会了孤独的奇妙艺术，当你一个人走在路上时，那种饱经风霜的渴望就会汹涌而过，汹涌而过。