| Song | Mai Noda |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Stars Forever |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| I am Mai Noda's strawberry iMac | |
| Switch on my screen | |
| A strawberry coloured Apple computer | |
| Also in green | |
| I sit in the gloom of this little room | |
| Emitting a luminous hum | |
| Deep in my pink | |
| Translucent sleep | |
| Waiting for Mai to come home | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| Body and mind and industrial design | |
| Under the moon | |
| Translucent and pink I sit on the table | |
| Designed by the Englishman Ive | |
| A few sparks of static make my screen crackle | |
| As I come alive | |
| I rise from my deep translucent sleep | |
| Mai sits there reading a book | |
| Mai takes a bath | |
| And when she's clean | |
| Mai reads Queneau, Bataille and Celine | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| One human being and her machine | |
| Together alone | |
| Bare on her flat tatami mat | |
| Mai turns the page | |
| Lost in her dream | |
| Lithe as a cat | |
| With thoughts that are strange | |
| Mai turns to me | |
| And I see | |
| Her face in the frame of my screen | |
| She looks like a goldfish | |
| Voluptuous and naked | |
| Golden and green | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| The crackling of Bebop on chunky black vinyl | |
| A modem negotiates the line | |
| Her favourite PostPet, a small yellow rabbit | |
| Brings Mai her mail | |
| Outside the rain, the sweet summer rain | |
| Falls on the wall | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| One human being and her machine | |
| Under the moon |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| I am Mai Noda' s strawberry iMac | |
| Switch on my screen | |
| A strawberry coloured Apple computer | |
| Also in green | |
| I sit in the gloom of this little room | |
| Emitting a luminous hum | |
| Deep in my pink | |
| Translucent sleep | |
| Waiting for Mai to come home | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| Body and mind and industrial design | |
| Under the moon | |
| Translucent and pink I sit on the table | |
| Designed by the Englishman Ive | |
| A few sparks of static make my screen crackle | |
| As I come alive | |
| I rise from my deep translucent sleep | |
| Mai sits there reading a book | |
| Mai takes a bath | |
| And when she' s clean | |
| Mai reads Queneau, Bataille and Celine | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| One human being and her machine | |
| Together alone | |
| Bare on her flat tatami mat | |
| Mai turns the page | |
| Lost in her dream | |
| Lithe as a cat | |
| With thoughts that are strange | |
| Mai turns to me | |
| And I see | |
| Her face in the frame of my screen | |
| She looks like a goldfish | |
| Voluptuous and naked | |
| Golden and green | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| The crackling of Bebop on chunky black vinyl | |
| A modem negotiates the line | |
| Her favourite PostPet, a small yellow rabbit | |
| Brings Mai her mail | |
| Outside the rain, the sweet summer rain | |
| Falls on the wall | |
| This is our world, iMac and Mai | |
| Here in our room | |
| One human being and her machine | |
| Under the moon |