| Song | You lost my memory |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Folkemon |
| 作词 : Walkyier | |
| Unstoppable force and immovable object, repel one another when by chance colliding. | |
| The Brownian- | |
| Motion within this love potion, ensures our opinions are always dividing. | |
| I am from | |
| Mars my dear; you hail from | |
| Venus. A meeting star-crossed like the | |
| Sun and the | |
| Moon. Destined to let this cruel world come between us. | |
| Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon. | |
| A rose that is built out of music by moonlight; petals stained ruby with nightingale blood. | |
| Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cart-wheel, because of mere trivia misunderstood. | |
| We quest for a grail of illusive perfection, each hoping we'll find it some glorious day. | |
| Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection, that looks like | |
| The Picture | |
| Of Dorian | |
| Gray. [Chorus:] | |
| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. | |
| Love's an affliction without a known remedy. | |
| Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart; | |
| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. | |
| Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. | |
| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia; | |
| It was far easier losing my memory. | |
| And the nightingale sang: "Sing love's lament with a thorn at your breast. Impaled by her barb; cruel and unforgiving. A million dead poets would gladly attest; heart-ache's a keepsake to remind us we're living." [Chorus:] | |
| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. | |
| Love's an affliction without a known remedy. | |
| Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart; | |
| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. | |
| Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. | |
| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia; | |
| It was far easier losing my memory. |
| zuò cí : Walkyier | |
| Unstoppable force and immovable object, repel one another when by chance colliding. | |
| The Brownian | |
| Motion within this love potion, ensures our opinions are always dividing. | |
| I am from | |
| Mars my dear you hail from | |
| Venus. A meeting starcrossed like the | |
| Sun and the | |
| Moon. Destined to let this cruel world come between us. | |
| Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon. | |
| A rose that is built out of music by moonlight petals stained ruby with nightingale blood. | |
| Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cartwheel, because of mere trivia misunderstood. | |
| We quest for a grail of illusive perfection, each hoping we' ll find it some glorious day. | |
| Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection, that looks like | |
| The Picture | |
| Of Dorian | |
| Gray. Chorus: | |
| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. | |
| Love' s an affliction without a known remedy. | |
| Bluntbladed fate deemed to cleave us apart | |
| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. | |
| Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. | |
| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia | |
| It was far easier losing my memory. | |
| And the nightingale sang: " Sing love' s lament with a thorn at your breast. Impaled by her barb cruel and unforgiving. A million dead poets would gladly attest heartache' s a keepsake to remind us we' re living." Chorus: | |
| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. | |
| Love' s an affliction without a known remedy. | |
| Bluntbladed fate deemed to cleave us apart | |
| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. | |
| Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. | |
| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia | |
| It was far easier losing my memory. |