| 歌曲 | Salt of Stones |
| 歌手 | I:Scintilla |
| 专辑 | Optics |
| 作曲 : Bindrim, Cookas | |
| Senseless steps taken blindly in agony | |
| Grasping for something for air for purity | |
| Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait | |
| I have no pigment to define this shape | |
| The notes of decay | |
| Learned from the mouth of violence | |
| I sang them everyday | |
| Till I became a silence | |
| I say that I am okay | |
| Cut edges and pretend | |
| That I have a heart that I can mend | |
| The hands that used to be a part of me | |
| Were tortured by my demon's destructive needs | |
| From pieces of ruin I will deploy | |
| I'll construct a pretty temple to destroy |
| zuò qǔ : Bindrim, Cookas | |
| Senseless steps taken blindly in agony | |
| Grasping for something for air for purity | |
| Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait | |
| I have no pigment to define this shape | |
| The notes of decay | |
| Learned from the mouth of violence | |
| I sang them everyday | |
| Till I became a silence | |
| I say that I am okay | |
| Cut edges and pretend | |
| That I have a heart that I can mend | |
| The hands that used to be a part of me | |
| Were tortured by my demon' s destructive needs | |
| From pieces of ruin I will deploy | |
| I' ll construct a pretty temple to destroy |