| Song | If I Were A Carp |
| Artist | Final Fantasy |
| Album | He Poos Clouds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pallett | |
| Heave ho, farewell to the quay! Merry sailors, sailors we! | |
| The horizon is our proscenium! Our dead will come to know the sea | |
| Our cook is a wanted man, 1000 thalers for each hand | |
| Our captain lost his good sense, driven by a Lazarus' words | |
| Have you not been told of Lazarus? He felt the icy grip | |
| Brought back by a morphine drip, he told the captain this: | |
| Tragedy, tragedy! Death has you fooled! | |
| No throne of bone, no terranean pool! | |
| No scythe, no cowl, no skeleton | |
| His greatest trophy is this myth | |
| Every sailor, salmon, every carp will follow rivers to the source | |
| Only the dead will know the course, and furthermore... | |
| Do you really want to know of the afterworld? |
| zuo qu : Pallett | |
| Heave ho, farewell to the quay! Merry sailors, sailors we! | |
| The horizon is our proscenium! Our dead will come to know the sea | |
| Our cook is a wanted man, 1000 thalers for each hand | |
| Our captain lost his good sense, driven by a Lazarus' words | |
| Have you not been told of Lazarus? He felt the icy grip | |
| Brought back by a morphine drip, he told the captain this: | |
| Tragedy, tragedy! Death has you fooled! | |
| No throne of bone, no terranean pool! | |
| No scythe, no cowl, no skeleton | |
| His greatest trophy is this myth | |
| Every sailor, salmon, every carp will follow rivers to the source | |
| Only the dead will know the course, and furthermore... | |
| Do you really want to know of the afterworld? |
| zuò qǔ : Pallett | |
| Heave ho, farewell to the quay! Merry sailors, sailors we! | |
| The horizon is our proscenium! Our dead will come to know the sea | |
| Our cook is a wanted man, 1000 thalers for each hand | |
| Our captain lost his good sense, driven by a Lazarus' words | |
| Have you not been told of Lazarus? He felt the icy grip | |
| Brought back by a morphine drip, he told the captain this: | |
| Tragedy, tragedy! Death has you fooled! | |
| No throne of bone, no terranean pool! | |
| No scythe, no cowl, no skeleton | |
| His greatest trophy is this myth | |
| Every sailor, salmon, every carp will follow rivers to the source | |
| Only the dead will know the course, and furthermore... | |
| Do you really want to know of the afterworld? |