사랑은, 하루하루 죽어가고
우리는, 모르는 척 매일을 보내고.
나는 점점 지쳐가고, 너는 점점 식어가고

이제는 무엇도 그리 재미있지 않아.

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

핑크 플로이드 - One of My Turns