| Song | Remembrance of Things Past |
| Artist | Ved Buens Ende |
| Album | Written in Waters |
| 作曲 : Carl-Michael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... | |
| We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... | |
| I have touched winds... | |
| I have touched sorrows... (I touched the devil once...) ...and | |
| I have touched the past... | |
| It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer. | |
| But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived. | |
| It. I have left now. (Have I not?) | |
| The thorns embraced us, while resemblance dragged us further down. | |
| It burried our minds. | |
| None shall outlive this rhyme....... |
| zuò qǔ : CarlMichael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... | |
| We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... | |
| I have touched winds... | |
| I have touched sorrows... I touched the devil once... ... and | |
| I have touched the past... | |
| It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer. | |
| But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived. | |
| It. I have left now. Have I not? | |
| The thorns embraced us, while resemblance dragged us further down. | |
| It burried our minds. | |
| None shall outlive this rhyme....... |