| Song | A Week Of Moments |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Rupi's Dance |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| A week of moments a clutch of days | |
| Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play. | |
| Medley of quavers informs the tune. | |
| It's all too much: over all too soon. | |
| Sweet condensation on chilling wine | |
| Traveler's palm, flamboyant tree | |
| Fast photos ripped and lost consign | |
| A week of moments to faint memory. | |
| A week of moments plucked from the page | |
| Found far horizons, a sunset stage. | |
| Suitcases bulge, in silence packed | |
| A chapter closed: no looking back. | |
| The lightest touch upon my arm | |
| No fierce restraint, no call to stay. | |
| Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king | |
| With pool attendants in chess piece array. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| A week of moments a clutch of days | |
| Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play. | |
| Medley of quavers informs the tune. | |
| It' s all too much: over all too soon. | |
| Sweet condensation on chilling wine | |
| Traveler' s palm, flamboyant tree | |
| Fast photos ripped and lost consign | |
| A week of moments to faint memory. | |
| A week of moments plucked from the page | |
| Found far horizons, a sunset stage. | |
| Suitcases bulge, in silence packed | |
| A chapter closed: no looking back. | |
| The lightest touch upon my arm | |
| No fierce restraint, no call to stay. | |
| Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king | |
| With pool attendants in chess piece array. |