| Song | The King's Garden |
| Artist | Falling Up |
| Album | Fangs! |
| 作曲 : Crescenzo, Ribordy | |
| The sky has scrapers now | |
| The streets are made of clothes | |
| Embroidered on every single sleeve | |
| Some of us have seen | |
| The Golden Arrows poised | |
| Arc across the plaints⁴ | |
| Turns us pale | |
| Some of us have seen | |
| The Golden Arrows poised | |
| Arc across the plaints | |
| Turns us pale | |
| So this is where the shapes begin to drip | |
| Her drunk teeth fluttering in the wind |
| zuò qǔ : Crescenzo, Ribordy | |
| The sky has scrapers now | |
| The streets are made of clothes | |
| Embroidered on every single sleeve | |
| Some of us have seen | |
| The Golden Arrows poised | |
| Arc across the plaints | |
| Turns us pale | |
| Some of us have seen | |
| The Golden Arrows poised | |
| Arc across the plaints | |
| Turns us pale | |
| So this is where the shapes begin to drip | |
| Her drunk teeth fluttering in the wind |