Sadly,

There you’ll lay by your windowsill
Gazing out, far and wide
You’ll list all of the things that you could do
For you’ll never know that you’ll never reach me.


Tragically,

There you’ll sit atop your hill
Filled with hope and filled with pride
You’ll list all of the things that you can do
For you’ll never know that you’ll never reach me.


Triumphantly,

There you’ll stand with the blood you spill
Traversing the seas with your ego as a guide
You’ll list all of the things that you can’t do (you have none!)
For you’ll never know...

So you think.

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愚かなあなたへ向けて。
英語の詩です。近々和訳も出したいです。