| Song | Branches Bare |
| Artist | Hood |
| Album | Cold House |
| 作词 : Hood | |
| Remove that need | |
| The orchids thrive | |
| In the dark | |
| I found the night awake | |
| We found dried leaves | |
| Pressed inside the book | |
| Like a stark vision of time | |
| I wish you were still alive | |
| And will the memories be lost | |
| When we lose you | |
| When they clear the house | |
| You lived so many years | |
| No matter how far you are away | |
| I see you in the distance | |
| The distance | |
| We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to | |
| Sometimes the sunset doesn't want to be photographed | |
| We are no tigers in the picked-bone grasslands | |
| How a deer knows a dork in a thrift store hat | |
| (And that is that) |
| zuò cí : Hood | |
| Remove that need | |
| The orchids thrive | |
| In the dark | |
| I found the night awake | |
| We found dried leaves | |
| Pressed inside the book | |
| Like a stark vision of time | |
| I wish you were still alive | |
| And will the memories be lost | |
| When we lose you | |
| When they clear the house | |
| You lived so many years | |
| No matter how far you are away | |
| I see you in the distance | |
| The distance | |
| We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to | |
| Sometimes the sunset doesn' t want to be photographed | |
| We are no tigers in the pickedbone grasslands | |
| How a deer knows a dork in a thrift store hat | |
| And that is that |