"Nocturne"
Lyricist: Fang Wenshan Composer: Jay Chou
Lyric Editor: 0932313 QQ: 383196894
A group of bloodthirsty ants Attracted to carrion
I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
Without you, love and hate begin to become clear
Without you, what else do I have to care about
The dove no longer symbolizes peace
I was finally reminded that the vultures feeding in the square
I used beautiful rhymes to describe love that has been plundered
Ah
Dark clouds began to obscure the dark night
The echoes of the funeral in the park were flying all over the sky
The white rose I gave you withered in the pure black environment
The crow is eerily quiet on the branch
Listen quietly to my black coat
I want to warm your increasingly cold memories
A life that has been passed
Ah, there is mist all around, I am in an empty cemetery
I will still love you when I grow old
Play Chopin for you Nocturne to commemorate my dead love
The voice that sounds like the night wind is so heartbreaking
My hands are very gentle on the keyboard and I am very careful in my thoughts
The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld
I will play Chopin’s nocturne for you in memory of my dead love
And I will play the piano under the moonlight incognito for you
For you The feeling of heartbeat is still so warm and close
I miss your bright red lip print
Those dragonflies with broken wings are scattered in this forest
But my eyes are not No sympathy at all
My tears are turbid after losing you
Even my smile is shadowed when I lose you
The wind laughs at my sadness on the moss-covered roof
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Like a dry well without water
I use poignant fonts to describe the regretful love
I play Chopin’s nocturne for you to commemorate my dead love
The voice that sounds like the night wind is so heart-breaking
My hands are typing very lightly on the keyboard, and my thoughts are very careful.
The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld.
I play Chopin’s nocturne for you to commemorate my dead love
And I play the piano for you incognito under the moonlight
The feeling of your heartbeat is still so tender Hot intimacy
I miss your bright red lip prints
A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to the carrion
I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
Without you, love and hate begin to become clear
Without you, what else do I have to care about
The dove no longer symbolizes peace
I was finally reminded of the square The ones feeding are vultures
I use beautiful rhymes to describe love that has been plundered
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