| Song | a town like hurricane |
| Artist | A Lily |
| Album | I Dress My Ankles With God's Sweetest Words |
| My son told me he ran to school in the dead of night | |
| he broke those doors down and he filled the rooms with his light | |
| and he held his girl, he held her tight | |
| "you're with God now," he said, | |
| "If I were to let you down, I'd let you down gently | |
| if I were to speak to God, I'd speak to God softly" | |
| No-one told my son "put your life in my hands" | |
| so my boy is angel to the world, to his town | |
| "rest your head in my arms and sleep, dear. | |
| You're with God now" he'd say, | |
| "If I was to let you down, I've let you down gently | |
| if you were to speak to God, you'd say to God softly" | |
| "you write like a cumbersome angel, | |
| rudderless like a ship lost in snowy sea. | |
| You were the mother, the daughter and the sister of God, | |
| and you held my head above shallows. | |
| For a little while." | |
| --多小乐、 |
| My son told me he ran to school in the dead of night | |
| he broke those doors down and he filled the rooms with his light | |
| and he held his girl, he held her tight | |
| " you' re with God now," he said, | |
| " If I were to let you down, I' d let you down gently | |
| if I were to speak to God, I' d speak to God softly" | |
| Noone told my son " put your life in my hands" | |
| so my boy is angel to the world, to his town | |
| " rest your head in my arms and sleep, dear. | |
| You' re with God now" he' d say, | |
| " If I was to let you down, I' ve let you down gently | |
| if you were to speak to God, you' d say to God softly" | |
| " you write like a cumbersome angel, | |
| rudderless like a ship lost in snowy sea. | |
| You were the mother, the daughter and the sister of God, | |
| and you held my head above shallows. | |
| For a little while." | |
| duō xiǎo lè |