01. My Place
02. Seven Miles
03. Excuses
04. Grandma
05. General
06. Stranded
07. Chaotic Dance in the Spring and Autumn
08. The Beast's Duel
09. The Garden Party
10. The Death of Stopping the War
01 My Place
Lyrics: Fong, Composer: Jay Chou
Erranger: Hong, Producer: Jay Chou
On my place, you'll have to listen to me, harvesting the music, and finding joy in the sound of my voice
Starting to carve out my own personal identity, the future is uncertain, and sticking to the moment
On my place, you'll have to listen to me, reaping the harvest, and finding happiness with your ears. Here on my turf, you'll do as I say, the beat beckons, I'll make out with the street
I irrigate, I cultivate a uniqueness, the idea fails, the rest is garbage
What does it mean to expand your turf with an attitude? What's it all about?
Pigeons in the square, newspapers on the front page
A whole new interpretation of a headline, about the city
About a kind of learning, about exams, and what youth should be able to do. Exams and what you should be able to do when you're young
How many meters from me are the traffic signs of the Mobility Zone
I say, "Teacher, am I really ignorant?"
Listen to me reading rap lyrics and watch me fight
I stand in the classroom, and I practice the way you do, the way you look, the way you do it all in the same line
It takes a lot of guts to be a little girl next door, to perform in public
The others play online games, but I play online games. While others play online games, I'm a monkey player
I'm practicing with my Xingyi Monkeyish Fist to get your attention
If you find it interesting, don't be mean, show me kindness
Youth is clean and white, like a window over a green field
I'm opening up the door of my memory and writing down all the events that have taken place
On my turf, you're gonna have to listen to me, and reap the rewards of the music, and find joy in the sound of your ears.
Starting to carve out my own identity, the future is unpredictable, sticking to the present
On my turf, you've got to listen to me, the beat's on me, I'm making out with the street
I'm irrigating, cultivating a uniqueness, failing at the conception, the rest is garbage
The kids on the piano are playing the future history with their fingers
I'm using a cell phone to send a text, the speed of which will surely make you feel good, and the speed of which will definitely make your life easier. I use my cell phone to send Chinese text, and the speed of the transmission will definitely make you give me a big thumbs up
Life shouldn't have a formula, I can dance ballet spontaneously
Listen to the beat, let go of your hands, be still and stand still, like a swan on tiptoe
In this age of fast food, you can still talk about love in a very naive way
02 The Fragrance of Seven Miles
Lyrics: Fong Wen-shan, Composer: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Chung Hsing-min, Producer: Jennifer Kwan. >Arranged by: Chung Hing Man Produced by: Jay Chou
The sparrows outside the window talk too much on the pole
You said this line has a very summery feel
The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper
I'll use a few lines to describe who you are
The taste of the swordfish, the cat, and you, are both trying to understand it
The fragrance of the first love has been found by us in this way.
The warmth of the sun, like freshly picked strawberries
You said you couldn't bear to eat this feeling
It rained all night long, my love overflowed like rain
The leaves in the yard, thick with my thoughts
A few words of right and wrong couldn't cool down my passion
You appeared on every page of my poem
It rained all night long. My love overflows like rain
Butterflies on the windowsill are like beautiful chapters in a poem
I go on to write that I'll always love you at the end of my poem
You're the only thing I've ever wanted to know
It rains all through the night, my love overflows like rain
Leaves fall from the yard, and they're thick with thoughts
A few words of right and wrong can't cool my passion
A few words of right and wrong can't cool my passion.
You appear on every page of my poems
The full ears of rice are the happiness of the season
And your cheeks look like ripe tomatoes in the field
You suddenly said to me, "The name of the fragrance is beautiful."
At this moment, I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth
It rains all night long, and my love spills out like the rain.
The falling leaves in the yard are as thick as the rain. My thoughts are thick
A few words of right and wrong can't cool down my passion
You're on every page of my poem
All through the night, my love overflows like rain
Butterflies on the windowsill are like beautiful chapters of the poem
I'm going to continue and put my love for you in the end of my poem
You're the only thing that I want to know about me
I'm going to write about you, my love for you. Maybe you've given up on me Maybe it's hard to turn back
I know I'm the one who missed out Please give me another reason
To say you don't love me
Even if I don't get it Can you forgive me
Please don't take breaking up as a request
I know that insisting on going is an excuse for you to get hurt
Please turn around I'll be there with you until the end
If there's no result, I'll be there for you.
Even if it doesn't work out, I can still bear it
I know that your pain is a promise I made
You said that you gave me indulgence, and that the silence is because of tolerance
If you have to go, please remember me
If you are sad, please forget me
04 Grandma - Jay Chou/XinYu Zhang
Lyrics by Jay Chou Composer: Jay Chou
Arranged by: Jay Chou Produced by: Jay Chou
Today is Grandma's birthday, and I'm changing into a vintage suit
I'm taking Grandma for a spin in my cool vintage car
With her favorites in the car, I'm looking for the time when she belonged to her era
I'm heading towards Dadaocheng Wharf, and I'm remembering the memories of all the things that happened between me and my grandpa
Grandma, her face has a ripple of beauty, but it can't hide the depression. But she couldn't hide her depression
Losing her love, she only hoped for affection to make up for it
The adults thought that putting $600 on the table before going out was a sign of filial piety
What was the point of working hard all day long to earn money without caring for her
Grandma's expectation slowly turned into helplessness, and the adults never understood it
She wanted companionship, not $600, which was more than you could ever give her
She wanted a companion, and she wanted to be with her.
Grandma's helplessness can't be turned into anticipation, only love can understand
Walking along the Danshuei River, listening to his favorites, and putting the warmth back in my pocket
I remember last year, on Grandma's birthday, my cousin took Grandma and I to the awards ceremony that was the most important thing to her
In the end, she couldn't even get a half-assed award, so I don't know if I should be laughing
I was smiling for the camera, but I felt so ridiculous. I smiled at the camera and felt ridiculous
I was sad, but not because I didn't win an award
I was sad because I saw my grandma sad
Adults don't understand what my cousin is trying to do
It seems like they can dismiss it at their own whim
Dismissing my work is a matter of mood
They think it's okay to stick to a certain style.
No surprises, no changes, I've been listening for three years
I told Grandma I hadn't lost, I didn't need to change
Cousin said don't feel bad, it's just a game
As long as Grandma thinks it's good, that's an encouragement
Grandma smiled and said she's proud of me
The lightest of smiles, and I felt more proud than the awards I won.
05 General
Lyrics: Huang Junlang, Composer: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Hong Jingyao, Producer: Jay Chou
The arrows of time are pointing to the place where you've come back from in defeat
You'll move forward, but you'll have to get used to surrendering
Taking it for granted that the sixth step is the worst thing that could happen to you
I'm staying put, I'm not moving on.
I'm standing still, out of a habit of silence
The head cannon, purely out of politeness
The screen horse, the only way to overcome weakness is to keep the spirit inside
The twenty-sixth move, the cannon, five into four, is just a test run
The thirty-third move, the rook, two into seven, is just a stab in the dark, I'm afraid
This is a battle without bloodshed, and only your pride is going to be hurt. >I relax my fingers, I look like a dragon
When the enemy is empty, I shoot from side to side, I am as powerful as a rainbow
I use my guns and horses to the fullest extent, and there is no point in running away from the city
When I look at the tides, I think about what it means to use the tides to control the enemy
Can the mist in the mountains be used as a blindfold
If the moon and the stars are the same as in the army
Is the wind, the forest and the fire the same as in the army's battle formation? The wind, the forest and the fire are not the weight of the army
In the end, it is inevitable that I will be the one to strategize and you will finally give up your resistance
I am looking up at the sunset and you are bowing your head to leave the field
Listen to me and tell me that victory and defeat is a common practice of the military
You don't need to take it to heart because I'm only suitable for the unrivaled
Look at me, I have relaxed my fingers and I have my eyes like a dragon
When the enemy is empty, I have endless ways of fighting, and I attack like the wind. I've got the wind in my sails
I'm going to the palace on a bicycle, and I'm going to roll over your sad face
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers, and I'm looking at you like a dragon
When the enemy is empty, I'm shooting left and right, and I'm fighting like a rainbow
I'm using all my guns and horses to make the city look like an army, and there is no point in trying to run away from the city
Sunshine from the cracks of the leaves, shows me smiles, and it warms up my dream
Nothing else is there, but the caged eyebrow, and it envies the sky. I envy the sky, but no one ever understands)
06 Stranded
Lyrics: Song Jianzhang (Bullet) Composer: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Chung Hsing-min Produced by Jay Chou
The sky that hasn't cleared for a long time, still has your smile
Crying, but can't bury the guilt
The kite is stranded on a cloudy day, and the thought of you is still waiting to be rescued
I pull on the string, but I can't escape it.
I pull at the strings, reviewing the tenderness you gave me
Loneliness on the side of the sun laughs at the promises I couldn't make
How could it be? How could it be? How could it be that you forgave me
I can only read the lines forever, reading the hurt I caused you
I can't forgive me, so just think of it as if I were not here
I open my eyes and look at the blankness, forgetting that you expected me
There is nothing else I can do, but read the lines of the love I had, and I've done my best.
After reading about dependence, I'll be leaving soon
07 The Dance of Spring and Autumn
Lyrics: Fong, Composer: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Chung, Produced by Jay Chou
The chaotic times, when the government was too corrupt, when man-made disasters brought about natural calamities
East China's Han Dynasty collapsed in a single night, and the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty
The map of the Nine Regions was cut up by the people and divided into three parts, each with a different name, and the other with a different name.
Reading about the history of the Three Kingdoms, I wanted to go and see what it was all about
Seeing and coming back
Swords, swords, clubs, and I'm just saying, it's really such a big deal to have a time machine
Traveling through space and time is so much fun, and it's so arrogant, what if I never come back
It's a bit nerve-wracking, to be honest, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The rivers and the mountains, I'm on a cloud, slowly moving towards the Middle Kingdom. I'm standing on a cloud, slowly moving towards the Central Plains
Ahead of me are scattered villages, Chang'an, in the midst of the chaos
Looking at the sky, I see the Big Dipper falling into the horizon
A moment later, heroes and heroines appear like ghosts and phantoms
Bah!
My life was almost lost, but thanks to the time machine
The demons began to return to hell, and the rebels attacked like wildfire
The five senses almost left my body, but thanks to the time machine
The lords of Cao Wei, the Shu Han, had many talents, and the generals of the Eastern Wu, were strange
The seven stars failed, and Zhuge Liang's destiny was not to be fulfilled
These are all recorded in the book, not in my words. I'm not making this up
Wait till the sky turns white, then I'll come back and say hi
The knife in my mouth, the song in my mouth, a thousand years of grudges, a single brush stroke
Life's a scribble, I'm bending over, history's a circle, turn around and forget about it
The knife in my mouth, the song in my mouth, a thousand years of grudges, a single brush stroke
Life's a scribble, I'm bending over, history's a circle, turn around and forget about it
Huangtie thieves, you can stop arguing. Our grandma made noodles with water
Put down your knife, if you want to eat, go to the emperor and ask for it
The Yellow Turban bandits, don't make a fuss, if you want to eat, go to the emperor and ask for it
Put down your knife, if you want to eat, go to the emperor and ask for it
08 The Beast's Battle
Lyrics by: Liu Chiang Hung, Songwriter: Jay Chou
Errase by: Tsai Ko Chun, Again Producer: Jay Chou
This is the first time that I've been in a battle for my life, and I'm not sure what I think: Jay Chou
I landed in the darkness, the world is drowning in the rain
Images and reality are intertwined, and I can't get out of it, it's stuck in my chest
I've had enough of these traps and vortexes, my body is like a corpse
It's enough of these traps and vortexes, I've had enough of this, if I can get out of this hole
If I get out of this black sky, don't ever want to be tied down again
If I get out of the darkness, don't ever want to be tied down again
In the midst of the winds, I roar, I roar. The wind is hissing and hissing, and I'm fighting like a beast
I'm trying to break through, and my closed mind is cracking open
Burning flowers are rising up and disappearing into the air
Memories are peeling away, and the remaining outlines of the images are collapsing into the mist
09 Garden Party
Lyrics: Fong Wen-shan, Composer: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Hong Ching-yao, Produced by Jay Chou
It is the amber yellow of the sky that makes me want to be free. The cold air and the glaze are transparent in the morning
Like you see through my likes
A sunny day in the booth, I quietly appear beside you
I smile and quietly admire your flustered look
I'm under the sun and I just want to hold an umbrella for you
You are leaning on my shoulder, taking deep breaths for fear of forgetting
We started talking because of the stupid game of fish
How I wish the conversation would go on and on. >How I wish the party would never close
The balloon's in my hand, I'm leading you around
There's something I want to tell you, but your eyes are busy
I want to taste the egg cake and the jam on the corner of your mouth
The video of the party's on, and the world's coming to us
10 Gotham of Stopping the Battle
Lyrics by: Wensan Fong Songwriter: Jay Chou
The story begins with a shot of dust blocking out the sunlight, B.E.I.A.
Fear is etched on the children's faces, and the wheat fields have fallen back in the direction of the war wagons
Dandelion shapes are drifting away as it flies in despair
She sings, and she wants to sing, a song to stop the war's death
Candles are lit on a night when the sky breaks down, and the song of death is sung, and the home towns are starved
The naivety of the people. On this road, she stumbled and stumbled, she was cut by the grass
What is the shape of hope in the eyes of a child
Is there bread for breakfast and a bowl of soup when she wakes up
The farmer, whose land has been burned and whose village has been burned, finally picks up his gun
But she is slowly getting used to it and giving up the fight
What is the shape of hope in the eyes of a child
Is there a swing in the yard to swing on and a pocket in which to carry the ball in her pocket? Is there a swing in the yard and candy in the pocket
The light of the bayonet, polished by hate, is savage in the distance
And she smiles and doesn't know how to panic