| Song | The Last Night of Winter - Campanella/Hellie Remix |
| Artist | Mia Doi Todd |
| Album | La Ninja: Amor and Other Dreams of Manzanita |
| 作曲 : Todd | |
| Thanks for your letter. It made me feel better. I was down, | |
| And it gave me a lift; appeared the Goodyear blimp. | |
| The tree out your window is covered in pink snow. | |
| You put a few blossoms in the envelope. I didn't know. | |
| Now on the sidewalk, outside my p.o. Box, I'm a parade. | |
| I'm confetti of fuschia hearts. We are never really apart. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| You were coming. I was leaving. We met in the harbor | |
| Where whaling ships dock. We threw some rocks. | |
| Everyone wanted you. I was not immune to the fever | |
| That overtook the cast and crew. I couldn't get to you. | |
| But I had a secret, a torch to give you. I stole an hour | |
| Or two to share the fruit I grew with you. | |
| I dreamed of you the last night of winter. | |
| I dreamed of you the last night of winter. | |
| (Hidden treasure, buried long ago, of immeasurable gold. | |
| I'm drawing a map, connecting the dots, fusing the past to the present.) | |
| I must always remember our moments together | |
| And believe in magic. It exists just beneath the surface. | |
| New York City thinks it knows everything. The buildings, | |
| The people threaten to crush your body, your mind, your soul. | |
| But you keep writing, and i'll keep writing, and one day | |
| The story will be told. All our oysters will unfold. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| I'll dream of you the last night of winter. |
| zuò qǔ : Todd | |
| Thanks for your letter. It made me feel better. I was down, | |
| And it gave me a lift appeared the Goodyear blimp. | |
| The tree out your window is covered in pink snow. | |
| You put a few blossoms in the envelope. I didn' t know. | |
| Now on the sidewalk, outside my p. o. Box, I' m a parade. | |
| I' m confetti of fuschia hearts. We are never really apart. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| You were coming. I was leaving. We met in the harbor | |
| Where whaling ships dock. We threw some rocks. | |
| Everyone wanted you. I was not immune to the fever | |
| That overtook the cast and crew. I couldn' t get to you. | |
| But I had a secret, a torch to give you. I stole an hour | |
| Or two to share the fruit I grew with you. | |
| I dreamed of you the last night of winter. | |
| I dreamed of you the last night of winter. | |
| Hidden treasure, buried long ago, of immeasurable gold. | |
| I' m drawing a map, connecting the dots, fusing the past to the present. | |
| I must always remember our moments together | |
| And believe in magic. It exists just beneath the surface. | |
| New York City thinks it knows everything. The buildings, | |
| The people threaten to crush your body, your mind, your soul. | |
| But you keep writing, and i' ll keep writing, and one day | |
| The story will be told. All our oysters will unfold. | |
| You dreamed of me the last night of summer. | |
| I' ll dream of you the last night of winter. |