| Song | The Bruised Reed |
| Artist | Anathallo |
| Album | Floating World |
| 作曲 : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
| Are you a bruised reed? | |
| A smoldering flax? | |
| Are you a broken branch? | |
| Oh, and do you love it? | |
| Do you love to forget like | |
| I do? One will sift as wheat, | |
| But one has come with robes. | |
| One will slice your ankle. | |
| Love, love, love. | |
| There are these sharp gold knives | |
| In this space meant for affections, | |
| Where the pink skin baby once belonged. | |
| When I speak, "I cough them out, Gather them up in my arms, |
| zuò qǔ : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
| Are you a bruised reed? | |
| A smoldering flax? | |
| Are you a broken branch? | |
| Oh, and do you love it? | |
| Do you love to forget like | |
| I do? One will sift as wheat, | |
| But one has come with robes. | |
| One will slice your ankle. | |
| Love, love, love. | |
| There are these sharp gold knives | |
| In this space meant for affections, | |
| Where the pink skin baby once belonged. | |
| When I speak, " I cough them out, Gather them up in my arms, |