| Song | Eyesolation |
| Artist | Diary of Dreams |
| Album | End of Flowers |
| 作曲 : Hates | |
| Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul | |
| The song of whales tear me apart | |
| My eyes still stray along this shore | |
| A seagulls' plaint adoring mine | |
| My tongue too weak to speak a word | |
| O' was I born to be misunderstood | |
| Fingers touch, but do not feel | |
| O' tired seem my restless eyes | |
| So tired is my smile | |
| In my endless depth of guilt | |
| A cripple of my fear | |
| And the needle serves me well | |
| Memories now wash ashore | |
| I feel remains of sympathy | |
| Imagine the ability | |
| To gather roses in winter.... | |
| Somebody | |
| Something | |
| Welcomed me | |
| On the other side | |
| Dank and gentle | |
| Moist and soft | |
| Almost like lone | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| But whom have I to blame ? | |
| Just the cripple of my fear | |
| Just call my disguise | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| But whom have I to blame ? | |
| So tired is my smile | |
| Was I born to astray | |
| In my endless depth of guilt ? | |
| Just a cripple of my fear | |
| Just call my disguise | |
| Just almost like love | |
| And the needle serves me well.... |
| zuò qǔ : Hates | |
| Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul | |
| The song of whales tear me apart | |
| My eyes still stray along this shore | |
| A seagulls' plaint adoring mine | |
| My tongue too weak to speak a word | |
| O' was I born to be misunderstood | |
| Fingers touch, but do not feel | |
| O' tired seem my restless eyes | |
| So tired is my smile | |
| In my endless depth of guilt | |
| A cripple of my fear | |
| And the needle serves me well | |
| Memories now wash ashore | |
| I feel remains of sympathy | |
| Imagine the ability | |
| To gather roses in winter.... | |
| Somebody | |
| Something | |
| Welcomed me | |
| On the other side | |
| Dank and gentle | |
| Moist and soft | |
| Almost like lone | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| But whom have I to blame nbsp? | |
| Just the cripple of my fear | |
| Just call my disguise | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| The needle serves me well | |
| But whom have I to blame nbsp? | |
| So tired is my smile | |
| Was I born to astray | |
| In my endless depth of guilt nbsp? | |
| Just a cripple of my fear | |
| Just call my disguise | |
| Just almost like love | |
| And the needle serves me well.... |