[00:00.00] 作词 : Ian Curtis/Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ian Curtis/Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris[01:09.10][01:17.98]Procession moves on, the shouting is over,[01:26.27]Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.[01:35.27]Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,[01:44.06]Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.[01:52.95]Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,[02:01.38]Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,[02:10.07]Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,[03:29.48]Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.[03:38.00]Cry like a child, though these years make me older,[03:46.92]With children my time is so wastefully spent,[03:55.34]A burden to keep, though their inner communion,[04:04.24]Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.[04:12.72]Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,[04:21.47]My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,[04:29.95]No words could explain, no actions determine,