Jay Chou:
The eaves of the house are like a cliff, the wind chimes are like the ocean, I'm waiting for the swallows to return
Time has been arranged to play out an accident, and you're walking away
The story's outside the city, and the fog is too thick to clear to see the dialogue
You can't tell, the wind doesn't blow, and it's just me lamenting
When I wake up from my dreams, who's there on the windowsill, to open up the end
The future, which is as thin as a cicada, can't afford to be taken apart
There's no one who can take it apart.
The future is too thin to be torn apart by anyone
Fei:
I'm sending you away, thousands of miles away, and you're silent and black and white
The silent era, perhaps it's not right to fall in love too far away
I'm sending you away, the sky's a mile away, and you're still there
Where does the sound of the piano come from, and where is life and death?
The sky is beyond the mountains, the rain falls on the flower platform, and I am gray at the temples
The sound of tears in the forest, the search for pear blossoms, only a line of moss
The sky is beyond the mountains, the rain falls on the flower platform, and I am waiting for you
Fei:
All in glazed white, transparent in the dust, and your flawless love
You came from the rain and poems of sadness, and I am drenched in wetness
The rain is the only way for us to be together, and we will be together again.
When I woke up from a dream, who was there on the windowsill to open up the ending
When I woke up from a dream, who was there on the windowsill to open up the ending
When I woke up from a dream, who was there on the windowsill to open up the ending
When I woke up from a dream, who was there on the windowsill to open up the ending
The thin future couldn't withstand being torn apart
Fee
I'm sending you away thousands of miles away.
I'm sending you away, a thousand miles away, are you still there
Where is the sound of the piano coming from
Fei:
It's hard to guess whether you'll live or die
Zhou:
Spend your whole life
Collaboration:
Waiting for you
Music Video: Silent Era
He met her in the Silent Era
Him and she met in this Silent Era
She is the most popular actress in the theater, and she is the most popular actress in the theater.
She was a popular stagehand in the theater, a delicate and beautiful woman with a sweet and melodious voice, all of which fascinated him
He was a handyman in the theater, moving and unloading props, cleaning up backstage, and other trivial things were his daily work
However, she was attracted to this silly boy who ran around all day
When he was slacking off, he loved to look at her in the make-up mirror, even if it was just a slight touch.
When he was lazy, he loved to look at her in front of the makeup mirror, even a slight pull of the hair, or a light tracing of the eyebrows, could bring him back to his senses for half a day
Day after day, there was her in front of the stage, and he was behind the stage, and it was full of sweetness
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She is getting more and more popular
In the small town, more and more audience flocked to the stage, in order to see her performance
When he put away the curtain, he saw that she was surrounded by the crowd, and suddenly there is a hidden sadness, she, should not just belong to him
She came off the stage, and he looked at each other and laughed, and, indeed, today's performance was very successful
Inadvertently, she put her eyes on the stage, and then she saw her face.
Without thinking, she flung the fine silk in her hand to him, the happiness in her heart, to share with him
He smiled, mischievously tied the fine silk on his arm, and waved his hand
toward her who was embraced by many people
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Opportunity finally came
One day, an agent returning from overseas watched her performance
Very satisfied with her performance, and very much want to develop her better
The visitor was very sincere in presenting the ticket to the ship: are you willing to stay in the theater in this small town?
She was silent, not that she didn't expect to be able to stand on a bigger stage and sing
But she had her reluctance to let go of him, he was that stupid boy
At the moment, he was busy beside her, he had noticed the conversation between the man and her
He didn't say anything, but he boldly trespassed and took the ticket.
And he said to her with a smile, "Girl, are you stupid? Such a good opportunity
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The night of the departure
He carried the boxes of luggage on the yellow car for her
She, like the stars in the moon, in the noise, have no time to say goodbye to the silly boy
Only able to look back at the last moments to look at him
Tearful eyes, and then see him smiling
Three years later.
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Three years later,
She's back
Everything in the small town, everything seems to have changed
The mottled walls, recording the traces of time
The mirrors backstage, the piled-up wardrobe boxes, the cluttered troupe, the costumes that have been pulled with a little bit of dust, and the drawn-out, shrill sound of practicing vocals
The sound of the voices, and the things that are not the same as they used to be
The things that are different from the things that are not.
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Passing through the corridor of the stage, a young man with a bearded face was struggling to carry a large miscellaneous box
A familiar scent drifted from the end of the corridor, and he, looking up, it was her, it was really her
Still bright, still pretty
How could he not recognize her?
But he himself, unkempt, still just the lowest rung of the theater ladder
Three years of longing had not prevailed, and he stumbled to get away from her
The bulky wooden crate was like a sadness that he could not afford to pick up, and he stumbled and fell to the ground
She noticed him
She noticed the handkerchief in his hand
The handkerchief in his hand
When he was in his hands, the handkerchief in his eyes was still there. The fine kerchief in his hand
A scene from the past
seemed to resurface, and it was him
He was a little frightened, and picked up the crate, and fled in a panic
She chased after him out of the stone door, but she could not even find his back
He was behind the stone door, and the smile on his face was no longer to be found
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The Year of Smoke and Grass
Even Breakups Are Silent
The Silent Years
Maybe They Shouldn't Be
Too Far to Love Each Other
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