人的記憶總是不可靠的，
惟有感覺會留下；
湧上心頭的情感，
更是一發不可收拾，
可是越過道德的邊界，
走進愛情的禁區，
享受幸福的錯覺，
誤解了快樂的意義，
最後眼睜睜看著愛從指縫中溜走。

Human's memory is always unreliable, only has the feeling to be able to stay behind; Well ups the emotion, is once started, it can hardly stop, but crosses moral the boundary, enters love the forbidden area, enjoys the happy illusion, has misunderstood the joyful Italian righteousness, finally looks helplessly likes from referring to the seam to sneak off.