It's beautiful outside, like the end of the world.
外面真美，就像是世界末日。
I'd like to do the right thing, but how can I? I'm broke, like you. That's why I'm going to Milan. I wanna do something with my life.
我想做正确的事，但是我能做什么？我身无分文，就跟你一样，那就是为什么我要去米兰，我不想碌碌无为。
It's sunny, but quite chilly.
外面太阳很猛，但是却很冷。
What more damage can pride do to a soul already ruined?
对于一个已经死了的灵魂，有什么比自尊的伤害更大？
"I'm a product of my time. I am, alas, powerless."
“我是我的时代的产物，我，唉，毫无力量”
I feel so alone. And the winter is awful. It's endless in this town. I'm so full of sadness and anguish. At midnight the town goes dark. How can an artist feed his demons? How can he live in this silence?
我是那么的孤独，冬天是那么的寒冷，在这个小镇永远不会有出息。我心中充满了悲伤和痛苦，半夜小镇是那么的黑暗，一名艺术家如何能满足自己的精神？他如能生活在这安静之中？
The years go by, then one morning you wake up. Just yesterday you were a boy, and now you're no longer young.
时间过去了，某天早上他醒过来，昨天你是个小孩子，现在你已经不再年轻了。