| Song | Lover's Greed |
| Artist | Jump, Little Children |
| Album | Vertigo |
| 作曲 : Clifford | |
| What is it in nature which lends its hand | |
| To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight, | |
| That by the silent mood of a dying word | |
| A scythe was taught to moan and to write? | |
| What is it that is left for the blushing cheek | |
| To blink the lips of a blooming rose, | |
| When lovers' eyes as black as summer crows | |
| Picked the blackened rose that they seeked? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover's greed? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover's greed? | |
| What then from all the vine and seed? | |
| On the fragant air of spring they feed. | |
| They come in swarms of two, like me and you, | |
| Fattened by the love that they need. | |
| What has not been taken by a lover's greed? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover's greed? | |
| On and on they come | |
| Forever saying | |
| I would die without you. | |
| In the chasm of these eyes, nothing satisfies. | |
| Staring into the starry-eyed infinite. | |
| Can't get enough of it | |
| Can't get enough... | |
| Can't get enough of it | |
| Can't get enough... | |
| Why is it then my pen should stall | |
| When by your wondrous eyes | |
| I shake? When we, this world is ours to take | |
| What has not been taken by a lover's greed? |
| zuò qǔ : Clifford | |
| What is it in nature which lends its hand | |
| To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight, | |
| That by the silent mood of a dying word | |
| A scythe was taught to moan and to write? | |
| What is it that is left for the blushing cheek | |
| To blink the lips of a blooming rose, | |
| When lovers' eyes as black as summer crows | |
| Picked the blackened rose that they seeked? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover' s greed? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover' s greed? | |
| What then from all the vine and seed? | |
| On the fragant air of spring they feed. | |
| They come in swarms of two, like me and you, | |
| Fattened by the love that they need. | |
| What has not been taken by a lover' s greed? | |
| What has not been taken by a lover' s greed? | |
| On and on they come | |
| Forever saying | |
| I would die without you. | |
| In the chasm of these eyes, nothing satisfies. | |
| Staring into the starryeyed infinite. | |
| Can' t get enough of it | |
| Can' t get enough... | |
| Can' t get enough of it | |
| Can' t get enough... | |
| Why is it then my pen should stall | |
| When by your wondrous eyes | |
| I shake? When we, this world is ours to take | |
| What has not been taken by a lover' s greed? |