| Song | Much Us |
| Artist | Nahemah |
| Album | A New Constellation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Egido, Nahemah | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| My breath waves will pierce you | |
| Which humid will be soaked by your skin | |
| Even though you try to close it | |
| And you will hear the whistle of the arrows | |
| That are aimed at you from my mouth | |
| And you will absorb the blood my tongue | |
| Will inject inside your veins | |
| And you will feel my words | |
| Turning around your neck | |
| Asphyxiating you with this | |
| Beautiful torture of sweet flavoured | |
| Strangulation | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| You will smoke, from my lips | |
| This smoke transfigured in silhouettes | |
| From my lungs to your lungs |
| zuo qu : Egido, Nahemah | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| My breath waves will pierce you | |
| Which humid will be soaked by your skin | |
| Even though you try to close it | |
| And you will hear the whistle of the arrows | |
| That are aimed at you from my mouth | |
| And you will absorb the blood my tongue | |
| Will inject inside your veins | |
| And you will feel my words | |
| Turning around your neck | |
| Asphyxiating you with this | |
| Beautiful torture of sweet flavoured | |
| Strangulation | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| You will smoke, from my lips | |
| This smoke transfigured in silhouettes | |
| From my lungs to your lungs |
| zuò qǔ : Egido, Nahemah | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| My breath waves will pierce you | |
| Which humid will be soaked by your skin | |
| Even though you try to close it | |
| And you will hear the whistle of the arrows | |
| That are aimed at you from my mouth | |
| And you will absorb the blood my tongue | |
| Will inject inside your veins | |
| And you will feel my words | |
| Turning around your neck | |
| Asphyxiating you with this | |
| Beautiful torture of sweet flavoured | |
| Strangulation | |
| Much as you close your ears and your pores | |
| You will smoke, from my lips | |
| This smoke transfigured in silhouettes | |
| From my lungs to your lungs |