In Amsterdam,

在阿姆斯特丹

I dreamt I saw my mother again.

我夢見我又見到了我的母親。

Same beautiful pale blue eyes.

同樣美麗的淡藍色眼睛。

This is the one I was talking about.

這就是我說的那個。

When I lost her...

當我失去她的時候...

I lost sight of any landmark

我失去了所有的標誌

that might have led me some place happier.

可能會讓我去更快樂的地方。

You're the boy, aren't you?

你就是那個男孩，對吧？

The boy whose mother was killed?

那個母親被殺的男孩？

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We all feel afraid sometimes.

我們有時都會感到害怕。

You never know...

你永遠不知道...

what's going to decide your future.

什麼將決定你的未來。

To lose something...

失去一些東西...

that should have been immortal...

本該不死的...

Please, tell me...

請告訴我...

it isn't true.

這是不正確的。