| Song | Hanging Window |
| Artist | Gold Leaves |
| Album | The Ornament |
| 作曲 : Grant Olsen | |
| There were many shades she tried | |
| To fit in the frame, she pined for marble halls | |
| But none hung at all | |
| But as she leaned up on her side | |
| Not in some profiled design | |
| But rented room | |
| With winding view | |
| She sat | |
| The light rose | |
| Then went | |
| As if a chair was pulled | |
| From hanging window | |
| And as the avenue came through it | |
| She heard the barking yards and the police cars compose | |
| And held it close | |
| Now her frame it goes | |
| On hanging window | |
| Initials below | |
| Initialed below |
| zuò qǔ : Grant Olsen | |
| There were many shades she tried | |
| To fit in the frame, she pined for marble halls | |
| But none hung at all | |
| But as she leaned up on her side | |
| Not in some profiled design | |
| But rented room | |
| With winding view | |
| She sat | |
| The light rose | |
| Then went | |
| As if a chair was pulled | |
| From hanging window | |
| And as the avenue came through it | |
| She heard the barking yards and the police cars compose | |
| And held it close | |
| Now her frame it goes | |
| On hanging window | |
| Initials below | |
| Initialed below |