歌手:海皮威尔
专辑:《2078》

作词 : 余润泽
编曲：王瑾瑜，殷阔帅
Digging down and down for the good turf
Waking all the fingers and thumbs
Over my shoulder
All about mire
Did meeting by field that she said
Roping that spade for sake
Of the cloudless
Hop in prit
Everyone is chasing his own dragon
Everyone is chasing his own dragon
Do that again, children of men
To the Faery, to the land
With a flowered, snug sickle
Do that again, children of wild
All to water, all to the grains
Which could stop BEing choked up
Digging down and down for the good turf
Waking all the fingers and thumbs
Over my shoulder
All about mire
Did meeting by field that she said
Roping that spade for sake
Of the cloudless
Hop in prit
Do that again, children of men
To the Faery, to the land
With a flowered, snug sickle
Do that again, children of wild
All to water, all to the grains
Which could stop BEing choked up
Do that again, children of noema
Once to make it different
There's Fantasm guiding you to
Do that again, children of truth
Find the mine, find the tide
And over is their antique joy