There's a song called Whataboutery Square, what's it called?

Prague Square

Sung by: Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou

The light from the keys of the piano

The stained glass windows

Decorated with Gothic churches

Whoever plays a piece of

A piece of wandering sorrow

Following the direction of the piano, I saw

Roses clinging to the 18th century painting

To the side, quietly admiring

Wondering whether it will be the same for long

To the side, I thought you were romantic.

Side by side, quietly admiring

Thinking of your romance

Looking to see if it will be the same for a long time

a a fu shou a a fu shou

yap so so sorry so so so

Moderato Andantino

Portmento

The Fortissimo. Fortissimo

The thief he stole, the monk said no

I woke up from a dream and nothing was there

I stood in Prague's twilight squares

Casting my hopes in the wishing fountain

The doves turned their backs to the setting sun

The image was too beautiful to look at

Prague's squares are empty. The corridors of Prague

I danced and spun alone

Not far away you sang from afar

You really can't get used to it without me

Through the light, stained-glass windows

Decorated with Gothic churches

Someone played a piece

A piece of wandering sorrow

Following the direction of the piano, I saw

Roses clinging to 18th-century churches.

Roses clinging to an eighteenth-century painting

Looking on

Wondering about your romance

Looking to see if it will be the same for a long time

a a fu shou a a fu shou

yap so so sorry so so so so

Moderato Andantino

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Portmento Fortissimo

The thief he stole, the monk said No

I woke up from a dream and nothing was there

I stood in Prague's twilight square

I cast my hope in the wishing fountain

The doves turned their backs to the setting sun

The image was too beautiful to look at

There was no one in Prague's square, no one there to see the doves. p>Prague's crowded square

I danced and spun alone

Not far away, you sang from afar

You really don't know what you're doing without me

In Prague's twilight square

Cast your hopes in the wishing fountain

The doves turned their backs to the setting sun

The image was too beautiful to see

The crowded square

The crowded square

The doves turned their backs to the setting sun

The crowded square

The crowded square

Prague's squares and crowded theaters

A café in a quiet alley

I'm checking out and you're making gumbo

This is the final answer to the story

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