"If My Body Was Another Continent" is the other three songs

"The Girl Next to Me"

He said I should start over and go back to the old past

Put another yearning, the quilt has been dried

You're in the shadow of the sheets, dusty

His fingers swayed like an ancient twig in winter

The years are on your shoulders, what kind of girl are you, which one?

In my poems, I write traces of your melancholy

Occasionally, lights fall on your face and hands

Your dress has the pattern of England, and you love him from morning to night

Sometimes this kind of romance can also give me nightmares

"Woman Flower"

The woman I saw was very innocent, like a song I heard

You said I could go back in time, you are in my memory

A young tree that glows with a scent of spring

The woman comes back from the outside, and her body smells of nothingness

And not shampoo, my summer, spent under the gaze of a woman

She had asked me, just like now, what women were wearing

Her red coat, the room slowly falling asleep in a flash of light

The woman is the sharpest rose I've ever seen

Roses stop growing at midnight

She would go into the distance, and I would close the door and who would be with her

There must be someone behind her

His hands were stabbed by roses, and that slow-flowing time

It is quietly frozen by the wind and snow

"If My Body Were Another Continent"

I was shaking off the horses and the rocks off my body

And it could be my lungs, under that peak

In winter, is it still cold, Mr. is the gentleman in the diary

Now on my back, the caravan's daughter has arrived at the lakeside

My body is covered with a sea of blue, and what else needs to be done

With my fist, the thickest of the ten fingers, I can make a mountain

My hair, smoky hair

It's the green forest, and the starry sky is my eyes

Miss, do you still think that one of the stars is looking at you?

My calves are two continents, my bones

The hard bones of Pisces, forming the cliffs

Someone with a shovel on my back, what can they dig up?

Diary in the Rock and My Burning Heart ......

Stone

You walked past me like another distant memory

It's not early, I can't wait any longer

The river spat out its tongue, he thought as he bent over

Time and tobacco, the last thing he thought of was a woman

Loving the vanishing Loulan, my feet are covered with flowers and leaves

You know what I think

Coffee instead of nature, you can't read me

Just pull up your hair when the lights are like that girl

Move from here to there, you tell me that I am a stone

The birch forest couldn't help but shake the storm on the branches

My left hand had become sand, and it didn't look like it in the shadows......

It's the blurred face of my years