Fairy of Snow，輕吻我睫毛，

冰晶作冠，月光裁袍，

一呼一吸，寒夜花開(kāi)無(wú)聲。

你踮足于凍結(jié)的湖，

指尖旋出白色漩渦，

讓墜落的星，重返我瞳孔。

若你即冬，我愿做枯枝，

為你燃盡最后一寸綠，

在零度的擁抱里，

聽(tīng)見(jiàn)春，輕輕崩裂。

Bless the Lords of the neon night,

who crank the amps till the sparks take flight—

Billy’s silver six-string crying,

J. Geils harp moaning, never dying,

Eddie’s heartbeat pounding on the keys.

We raise cracked voices, busted knees,

sweat baptizing this garage-floor church;

every riff a prayer, every solo a search.

When the midnight thunder rolls,

their rock-and-roll saves our rock-and-roll souls.