Chinese name: Prague square
Foreign name: Prague square
Album: Look at Me 72 Changes
Song duration: 04:53
Release time: October 2004
Songs sung by: Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou
Lyrics: Fong Wen-shan
Songs composed by: Zhou Wen-shan
Songs sung by: Jay Chou, Jay Chou
Songs sung by: Jay Chou, Jay Chou
Songs composed by: Zhou Wen-shan
Composition: Jay Chou
Arrangement: Hing-Min Chung
Music Style: Chou's, RAP
Song Language: Mandarin
Produced by Jay Chou
Lyrics
Prague Square
The piano keys are filled with light
The stained glass windows
decorated with Gothic churches
Whoever plays a piece
A piece of wandering sorrow
Following the sound of the piano, I see
Roses clinging to eighteenth-century oil paintings
Side-by-side, quietly admiring them
Thinking about your romance
Looking to see if it will be the same for a long time
A a fu shou a a a fu shou
yap so so sorry so so so so
Moderato Andantino
Portmento Fortissimo
The Thief He Steals, The Friar Says No
I woke up from a dream, and there was nothing
I stood in Prague's square at dusk.
Casting my hopes in the wishing fountain
The doves with their backs to the setting sun
It's too beautiful to look at
Prague's squares, the deserted corridors
I'm dancing and twirling all by myself
Not far from here, you're singing from afar
You really can't get used to being without me
The light that shines through, the stained-glass windows
Decorated with a Gothic church
Whoever plays a piece of music
A piece of wandering sorrow
Following the direction of the piano, I see
Roses clinging to an eighteenth-century painting
Side-by-side, quietly admiring the scene
Thinking of your romance
Looking to see if it'll be the same for a long time
Aa fu shou a a fu shou
A fu shou a a fu shou
A fu shou a fu shou
A fu shou a fu shou
yap so so sorry so so so
Moderato Andantino
Portmento Fortissimo
The Thief He Stole It, The Monk Said No
I woke up from a dream, and I had nothing
I stood there in the Prague twilight. I stood in Prague's twilight square
Casting my hopes in the wishing fountain
The doves with their backs to the setting sun
It was too beautiful to look at
Prague's square with its deserted corridors
I was dancing and twirling by myself
Not far away you were singing from afar
You'd never have learned without me
It's a dream that's been woken up.
In Prague at dusk in the square
Casting hopes in the wishing fountain
The flock of pigeons with their backs to the setting sun
The image was too beautiful to look at
Prague's crowded theater in the square
A café in a quiet alley
I'm at the checkout and you're making bisque
This is the answer to the story in the end
It is the answer to the story in the end.