Slow Moon's Rose

	作词 : Moore
	Now that the slow moons rose
	On a silver trellis grows,
	Where arctic rivers froze,
	Now that the ocean is frozen in motion,
	Snow morning comes.
	And the birds on the wing
	Have nothing left to sing
	Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice.
	Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose -
	I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose.
	Tell-tale snails leave their trails,
	Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun.

	zuò cí : Moore
	Now that the slow moons rose
	On a silver trellis grows,
	Where arctic rivers froze,
	Now that the ocean is frozen in motion,
	Snow morning comes.
	And the birds on the wing
	Have nothing left to sing
	Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice.
	Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose
	I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose.
	Telltale snails leave their trails,
	Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun.