2020/6/25 撐傘貓寫了一首歌，放在網路上：
She ⋯⋯Ｍaybe the fear I can‘t foresee
A trace of torture or nature
Maybe my castle or the prision I have to stay
She may be the scarf that summer wears
May be the beer that autumn drinks
Maybe a hundred different teams
Within the measure of a Day ......
She may be the dollar or the check
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the tank of my dreams
A cry refracted in a steam
She may not be what she may think
inside my tale
She who always seems so noble in the crowd
Whose heart can be so lost and so found
No one’s allowed to hear it when it beats
She may be the soul that cannot hope to last
May come to us from shadows of the last
That I will remember till the day I dye .....
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I am alive
The one I will go for through the sunny and rainy years
Me I‘ll take her laughter and her tales
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she stays I‘ve got to be
The nimble of my dream is
She...She...She
