| Song | Perfect Day In Hell |
| Artist | Naomi |
| Album | Aquarium |
| 作曲 : Naomi | |
| That was one handshake drained of life | |
| Said the hangman to his wife | |
| And when he sleeps, I don't want to know his dreams | |
| So you finally made your choice | |
| You lost your heart and found your voice | |
| And at long last everything's just what it seems | |
| So there's a supernova in your stomach | |
| Like getting punished for a lie you'd never tell | |
| You got company in all those messed up memories | |
| While for me it's just another perfect day in hell | |
| Well, it's no use, this summer's gone | |
| 'cause nothing good will just go on | |
| It's still the bones that tell us all about the flesh | |
| But how can something so alive | |
| Turn into Europe '45 | |
| How did those papers just wind up in the trash? | |
| Still the old phone sits on those letters that you sent me | |
| And my home feels like a highway side motel | |
| So for you it's like the end of a vacation | |
| While for me it's just another perfect day in hell | |
| And to you it's back to some unfinished business | |
| While for me it's writing something I can't spell | |
| Guess your diary's a masterpiece | |
| Of something I can't grasp | |
| And the sun ignites another perfect day in hell |
| zuò qǔ : Naomi | |
| That was one handshake drained of life | |
| Said the hangman to his wife | |
| And when he sleeps, I don' t want to know his dreams | |
| So you finally made your choice | |
| You lost your heart and found your voice | |
| And at long last everything' s just what it seems | |
| So there' s a supernova in your stomach | |
| Like getting punished for a lie you' d never tell | |
| You got company in all those messed up memories | |
| While for me it' s just another perfect day in hell | |
| Well, it' s no use, this summer' s gone | |
| ' cause nothing good will just go on | |
| It' s still the bones that tell us all about the flesh | |
| But how can something so alive | |
| Turn into Europe ' 45 | |
| How did those papers just wind up in the trash? | |
| Still the old phone sits on those letters that you sent me | |
| And my home feels like a highway side motel | |
| So for you it' s like the end of a vacation | |
| While for me it' s just another perfect day in hell | |
| And to you it' s back to some unfinished business | |
| While for me it' s writing something I can' t spell | |
| Guess your diary' s a masterpiece | |
| Of something I can' t grasp | |
| And the sun ignites another perfect day in hell |