| Song | Star Catcher |
| Artist | Old Silver Key |
| Album | Tales of Wanderings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'll gather a handful of stars | |
| Sitting in a boat-crescent | |
| Will disperse | |
| The waves-clouds | |
| With chilling wind | |
| Hit the bank shore...tree tops | |
| And descend the branches | |
| To the forest lake | |
| My crown of stars | |
| i'll wrap in a sack of moss | |
| and emerald fragrant grass | |
| throw into the waters dark | |
| for huge black fish swallow | |
| when the water turns into ice | |
| let the wanderer tired | |
| catch that fish | |
| with moonlight, with silent old song | |
| let my crown of stars be a gift for him | |
| milky way...his throne. |