The first twig, dear father, that brushes against your hat when you turn your face to come homewards.
第一根小树枝,亲爱的爸爸,你转身回家时碰到你帽子的树枝。
请转过脸庞,面朝太阳。
Turn your face from me, beloved, and forgive my pain.
转过头去吧,亲爱的,请宽恕我的痛苦。
And so it was just, you turn the magazine page and you see that, it's just, very, like in your face, but people notice it.
所以,就像是你翻看杂志,然后你看到了它,它咄咄逼人,但人们还是注意到它了。
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