Album: Seven Miles
Label: SonyMusic
Time: August 2004
It's as if it's a promise that at this time of the year, the "Jay Chou Music Cyclone," which has been brewing for a whole year, will surely detonate on time. After several discussions, we finally decided to return to the pure music, focusing on the musicality of the album, so the first hit song - seven miles, it is named as the album name, which is also the first time since Jay's five albums, the hit song for the album name.
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In the album Seven Miles, released by the famous Taiwanese singer Jay Chou in 2004, the title track was also titled Seven Miles, with lyrics by Fong. In the song, the seven-mile scent is solidified as the background imagery representing the "flavor of summer".
Album Features
With the poem "Seven Miles of Fragrance" by poet Xi Mulong as the title of his new album, Jay has given fans a lot of room for imagination and a lot of exclamation points with each of his previous album titles. This time it may not be a surprise. But Jay has his own way of saying, "The reason why I want to name my new album "Seven Miles" is because I am confident in the music of the album this time around, and I hope that everyone will focus their attention on the music and return the conversation to the music. " This "Seven Miles" is still a collaboration between Jay Chou and his best mate, Fong Wen Shan. Listening to "Seven Miles" on a hot summer day has a coolness like a fresh breeze. The music video is also different from the filming method that focuses on special effects, big scenes and creative plots. The crew of "Seven Miles of Fragrance" was especially dragged to Takasaki City, Gunma Prefecture, Japan, and filmed there, looking for local shrines, rice paddies, flowers, and other poetic scenes to film, and because Jay Chou is currently filming a movie in Japan, he also took a day off from the crew for the filming of his music video. The movie is a great example of a music video where Jay doesn't walk on walls, but talks to the female lead in a beautiful scene, and the director uses a special "snake belly lens" to create a romantic aesthetic using the focal length of the lens, and Jay says he hopes to bring a light touch to the hot summer months.
Album tracks
1, My Place
2, Seven Miles
3, Excuses
4, Grandma
5, General
6, Stranded
7, Chaotic Dance in the Spring and Autumn
8, Beasts of the Stake
9, The Garden Party
10, Stopping the War Gotham
The hit song of the same name
Seven Miles
Composer: Jay Chou Lyrics: Fong Man Shan
The sparrows outside the window are chattering on the poles
You say this line, and it's very much a summer feeling
The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper
I'll use a few lines to describe who you are to me
The taste of a swordfish. The cat and you both want to know
The scent of our first love was recovered
The warmth of the sun was like freshly picked strawberries
You said you couldn't bear to eat this feeling
It rained all night long, and my love spilled out like the rain
The fallen leaves in the yard were like the piles of my thoughts
Even a few words of right and wrong couldn't cool down my passion.
You're on every page of my poem
It's raining all night long and my love is overflowing like rain
Butterflies on the windowsill are like beautiful chapters in the poem
I'm going to go on and write that I'll always love you at the end of my poem
You're the only thing that I've ever wanted to know
It's raining all night long and my love is overflowing like rain
And the yard is full of fallen leaves. And my thoughts are thick
Even a few words of right and wrong can't cool my passion
You're on every page of my poem
The full ears of rice are happy for the season
And your cheeks look like ripe tomatoes in the field
Suddenly, you say to me, "The name Chirimenka is very beautiful.
It rained all night and my love overflowed like rain
The fallen leaves in the yard were thick with my thoughts
Even a few words of right and wrong couldn't cool down my passion
You appeared on every page of my poem
All night long
My love overflowed like rain
Butterflies on the window sill were like beautiful chapters of a poem
I wrote again. I'll go on and put loving you forever at the end of the poem
You're the only thing I want to know
My place
The theme song for my place
Lyrics: Fong, Jay Chou
You'll have to listen to me in my place
I'm reaping the rewards of music and finding joy in listening to it
Starting to carve my own personal character
I'll start to write my own poem, but it's not just for me.
The future is unpredictable, stick to the present
You're on my turf and you're on my terms
The beats are inviting me to make out with the street
I'm irrigating to cultivate a uniqueness
Ignorance fails, the rest is garbage
Expanding the turf with an attitude, what the hell is going on
Pigeons in the square are taking over the front page of the newspaper. Pigeons take over the front page of the newspaper
A whole new interpretation of the title about the city
About a study test and what it takes to be young
How many meters away from me is the traffic signals of the motorbike
I say to the teacher, am I really ignorant
Listen to me reading rap lyrics and admire the way I punch
I stand in the classroom and practice boxing the way you look. I'm standing in the classroom practicing boxing the way you look line by line
It takes courage for the little girl next door to perform in public
Other people play online games and I'm playing monkey games
I'm practicing with my Xingyi Monkeyish Fist
Drawing attention to you if you find it amusing
Don't be stingy with the gesture of goodwill
Youth is a clean pure white color
Like the window of the green field over and over again
I've never seen anything like this before.
I open the door to my memory
I write down everything that happens
The piano kids are playing future history with their fingers
I use my cell phone to transmit Chinese text
The speed of that transmission will definitely give you a thumbs up Life shouldn't have formulas I can dance the ballet at will
The hand on the beat Let go and be still
Pivot on your toes like a swan
You can talk about love in this age of fast food
music
Excuses
Looking at our pictures
Thinking of you
Last winter
We laughed so sweetly
Looking at your crying face
We laughed so sweetly
Looking at your laughing face
We laughed so sweetly
Looking at your laughing face
We laughed so sweetly
We laughed so sweetly
I know I missed it
Please give me one more reason
To say you don't love me
Even if I don't understand
Can you forgive me?
Can you forgive me
Please don't take breaking up as your request
I know that insisting on leaving is an excuse for you to get hurt
Please turn around
I'll be with you until the end
Even if it doesn't work out
I can still bear it
I know that the pain you're feeling
is the promise that I made.
You said you gave me indulgence
Silence is the result of tolerance
If you have to go, please remember me
Looking through our photos
Thoughts loom large
Last winter
We laughed so sweetly
Looking at your crying face
Saying good-bye to me
I'm too late to hear it. Too late to hear it
You're already far away
Maybe you've given up on me
Maybe it's hard to turn back
I know I'm the one who's missing out
Please give me another reason
To say that you don't love me
Even if it's just that I don't get it
Can you please forgive me
Please don't make breaking up your request.
It's because of tolerance
If you have to go
Please remember me
......
If you're sad
Please forget me
Grandma
It's Grandma's birthday today
I changed into a vintage suit
I drove Grandma around in a cool vintage car
With her favorite cars in the car
I went back to the time when she was a part of the world
I drove towards Odaemuni Ferry Terminal.
All the memories of Grandpa
The ripples on Grandma's face
Beautiful but can't hide the depression
Lost love and only hope for affection
Make up for the response
Adults think that before you go out
Putting six hundred on the table is a token of filial piety
All day, every day, you have to work hard
What's the point of earning less money and caring for your children?
Grandma's expectations
are slowly turning into hopelessness
People don't understand
What she wants is companionship
Not $600
It's easier than what you give her
Grandma's hopelessness
can't be turned into expectations
Only love can understand.
Walking along the Danshui River
Listening to her favorites
Putting the warmth back in my pocket
I remember last year, on Grandma's birthday
My cousin took me and Grandma to the awards ceremony that she valued the most
But we didn't get half an award
I don't know if I should smile or not
I smiled at the camera. I smiled for the camera
I just felt ridiculous
I was sad
But not sad because I didn't win an award
I was sad because I saw my grandma sad
Adults don't know what it's like to have a cousin who's trying to make a difference
It's as if by being happy with them they can completely negate it.
It's all in the mood
If you want to stick to the style, they think it's still good
No surprises, no changes
I've been listening to it for three years now
I told Grandma I haven't lost and I don't need to change it
Cousin said don't be sorry
It's just a game
As long as Grandma thinks it's good, it's just a game. As long as Grandma thinks it's good
that's encouragement
Grandma smiled and said she was proud of me
A light smile
made me feel more honored than if I had won a prize
Grandma's anticipation
is slowly turning into helplessness
Adults don't get it
She wants companionship
not six months of play.
Instead of $600
It's easier than what you gave her
Grandma's helplessness
Can't look forward to it
Only love can understand
Walking on the Danshuei River
Listening to her favorites
Putting the warmth back in her pocket
Grandma's expectations
Slowly turning into helplessness.
Adults don't understand
What she wants is companionship
Not $600
It's easier than you give it
Grandma's helplessness
Can't be turned into anticipation
Only love understands
Walking along the Danshui River
Listening to her favorites
Putting the warmth back in my pocket General
The arrows of time
are pointing to the place where you've failed
You'll move forward
but eventually you'll have to get used to surrendering
Taking things for granted
The sixth step is the biggest fatal wound you'll ever have
I'm holding back
Out of habit
Everything is silent.
Everything brews in silence
The first move is purely a polite opening
The screen horse is restrained
It's only when it's soft that it can overcome the strong
The twenty-sixth move is just a test run
The 33rd move, where the rooks draw two and the seven is even, is just a shot in the dark, I'm afraid
This is a battle without bloodshed. A battle without bloodshed
Only pride will be hurt
The rules of victory and defeat
Are no different from reality
The old man with the birdcage
Stands and taps me on the shoulder
I'm guessing he's thinking the same thing
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers
I see like a dragon, when my enemy is empty
My battle skills are limitless. I look up at the setting sun
You leave with your head bowed
Listen to me when I tell you that victory and defeat is a part of war
You don't need to take it to heart
It's because I'm only good for the unmatched
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers
I'm looking at you like a dragon when you're not looking at me
I'm fighting like a dragon when the enemy is empty
I'm fighting like the wind
I'm cycling into the palace
I'm running over your sad face
Look at me.
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers
I'm looking like a dragon when the enemy is empty
I'm shooting left and right, I'm making waves
I'm using all my guns and horses
There's no point in running away from the city
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers
I'm looking like a dragon when the enemy is empty
I'm fighting like a dragon when the enemy is empty
I'm fighting like a dragon when the enemy is empty
Entering the palace on a bicycle
Entering the palace on a bicycle
And running through your dejected face
I'll ride into the palace on a bicycle
I'll run over your sad face
Look at me, I'm relaxing my fingers
I'm looking at you like a dragon when you're empty
I'm shooting left and right, and I'm on the attack
I'll put all my guns to good use
......
Garden Party
Jay Chou
The amber dusk is like sugar in a faraway place
Your face has no make-up, but I'm madly in love
Thoughts and shadows are stretched out in the evening
The entry circle in my hand is counting sheep with me
The minty meadow is fragrant like the wind, with no form
I can remember your temperament and face
I can remember your face and face. I can remember your face and your temperament
The cold air and the glaze are transparent in the morning
Like you can see right through me
A bright sun on the stall
I quietly appear beside you
I smile and quietly admire your panic
I'm in the sun
I just want to hold an umbrella over you
You lean on my shoulder and take a deep breath for fear of forgetting. You lean on my shoulder and take a deep breath for fear of forgetting
We started talking because of the stupid game of fishing
I wish the conversation would never end
The balloons are in my hand
I'm walking around with you in my hand
I'm trying to tell you something and you're acting blind
I want to taste the cake and the jam in the corners of your mouth
The video of the garden party is playing. The world is playing and we're hanging out together
The amber twilight is like sugar in a faraway place
Your face has no make-up and I'm madly in love
Thoughts and shadows lengthen in the evening
The entry circle in my hand counts the sheep in my hand
The mint-colored meadow is fragrant like the wind and has no shape
And yet, I can remember your temperament and your face.
The cold air and the glaze are transparent in the morning
Like you can see right through me
A bright sun on the stall
I quietly appeared beside you
I smiled and quietly admired your panicked look
I was in the sun
I wanted to hold an umbrella over you
You leaned on my shoulder and breathed y for fear of being forgotten
You were in my arms.
We started talking because of a stupid game of fish
I wish the party would never close
The balloons are in my hand
I'm holding you by the hand
I'm trying to tell you something, but you're blind
I want to taste the cake and the jam in the corners of your mouth
The party movie's on, and the world's about to come together
I want to be with you, and you want to see the world. I'm stranded
The sky hasn't cleared up for a long time
Your smile is still there
I've cried but I can't bury my apologies
The kite is stranded on a cloudy day
I'm still thinking of you and waiting for a rescue
I'm pulling on a string and reviewing the tenderness you've given me
Loneliness in the sun is a laughing stock.
How could it be that you forgave me
I can only read the lines forever
Read the hurt I gave you
I can't forgive me
Just pretend that I'm not here
I open my eyes and look at the blankness
Forget that you expected me
Read the dependence
I'll be gone soon.
I'll be leaving soon
The sky that hasn't cleared up for a long time
Still has your smile
I cried but couldn't bury my apologies
The kite was stranded on a cloudy day
The memories are still waiting to be rescued
I'm pulling at the strings and going over the tenderness you gave me
Loneliness in the sunlight
Laughing at the fact that I can't give you a promise.
How could it be that you forgave me
I can only read the lines forever
Read the hurt I've caused you
I can't forgive me
Just think of me as gone
I open my eyes and look at the blankness
Forgetting what you expected of me
Reading the dependence
I'm Soon...
I can only read the dialogue forever
Read the hurt I've caused you
I can't forgive me
Just pretend I'm gone
I open my eyes and look at the blankness
Forget what you expect of me
Read the dependence
I'll soon be gone
The chaotic era of the Spring and Autumn Dance
That chaotic era
The court was too corrupt
Man-made disasters caused natural calamities
The Eastern Han Dynasty collapsed and rose and fell overnight
The map of the nine kingdoms was cut into three pieces by the people and separated
Read about the rise and fall of the Three Kingdoms history
I want to go and see what's going on
I'll come back soon after I've seen what's going on
I'll talk about the swords and the clubs. I've been talking about it casually
So there really is a time machine
I've traveled through time and space and I'm arrogant
What if I don't come back
Honestly, I'm a little bit nervous
The Jiangshan River I'm standing on a cloud
I'm slowly moving towards the Central Plains
There are villages in front of us
Changan is in a state of chaos and chaos
Looking at the eye of the sky, I see the Big Dipper. Thank you
The demons are beginning to re-emerge from hell
The rebels are attacking like wildfire
My five senses almost left my body
Fortunately I have a time machine to thank you
The lords of the Cao Wei have a lot of talent in Shu Han
The generals of the Wu Wu have blamed the seven stars for the chained scattering of the seven stars
Zhuge Liang's heavenly destiny does not come
It's written in these books
It's not that I am not the one who has the right to be here.
It's not that I'm making this up
I'll come back and say hi to you when it's white in the east
I've got a knife in my mouth, and I've broken the song
A thousand years of grudges have been wiped out
I'm bending down in the scribbling of my life
I'm bending down in the wheel of history, turning around and forgetting
Yellow Yellow Turban Terrorist, don't you dare to disturb me
Our grandma is rolling out noodles in water
Put down your knife.
If you want to eat, put down your sword
and ask the emperor for more
Don't make trouble with the Yellow Turban Trolls
Our grandmothers make dumplings with firewood
If you want to eat, put down your sword
and ask the emperor for more
Demons are disrupting the world
And the blood is coming in like a wave
My life was almost lost in the sequel.
Fortunately, I have a time machine to thank you
The demons are starting to come back to hell
The rebels are attacking like wildfire
My senses are almost out of my body
Fortunately, I have a time machine to thank you
The demons are disrupting the order of things on earth
The blood is coming in waves
My life is almost out of sequel
I'm so glad that I have a time machine.
Fortunately, I have a time machine to thank you
The demons are starting to come back to hell
The rebels are attacking like wildfire
My five senses are almost out of my body
Fortunately, I have a time machine to thank you
The demons are disrupting the order of things on earth
The blood is coming in waves
I'm almost out of a sequel to this one
Fortunately, I have a time machine to thank you
I'm almost out of a sequel to this one.
I thank you for the light machine
A knife in my mouth to break the song
A knife in my mouth to break the song
Thousands of years of grudge wiping
Thousands of years of grudge wiping
Life's a scribble and I'm bending over
Life's a scribble and I'm bending over
History's a wheel and turn around and forget
History's a wheel and turn around and forget
History's a wheel and turn around and forget
The Beast of the Trap
I've landed in the gloom
The world is drowning in the rain
Images and realities are intertwined
Can't pull myself away from being stuck in the chest
A body like a walking corpse
The trap and vortex I've had enough of it
Breaking away to escape from this empty hole
If I break out of the blackened skies
Don't try to bind my freedom
Hissing in the wind
Fighting the beast
I'm breaking through
Cracks in the closed mind
Burning flowers rise up
Disappearing through the air
Memories are flaking away
Outlines of lingering influence
Folding in the mist
I'm landing in the gloom
The world is drowning in the rain
Images and reality are intertwined
Can't pull myself away from it stuck in my chest
A shell like a walking corpse
The trap and the vortex I've had enough of it
Breaking away to escape from this hole
If I break out of the darkened sky
Don't try to bind my freedom
Hissing in the wind
Fighting a trap
I'm breaking through
Cracks in the closed mind
Burning flowers rise up
Disappearing through the air
Memories are peeling away
Remnants of my influences
Falling apart. In the mist
Hissing (in the wind)
As a beast of burden
I fought my way through
Cracks in the closed mind
Burning flowers rise
Disappearing in the air
Memories flake away
Remnants of the impact
Collapsing in the mist
The death of stopping the war.
Light as light as paper light scatters places
Light in the applause fading it panics
She's singing of unbearable wounds
Scripts on stage for the last performance
And the whole village comes to their seats
Quietly watching how time abandons this theatre
The fire of war dirties her tearfulness who's in the wind The #%@ that started this story has blotted out the sun B.E.A.R.P.
Fear is etched on the children's faces
The wheat fields have fallen back where the chariots passed by
The dandelion's shape is drifting away as it flies in despair
She sings only this song of the death of the war
A candle burned on a night of evil and the heavens are broken to rest the war
> The song of mourning spreads a thousand miles to the homeland to quell the famine
Innocence stumbles along the way
She is cut by the grass
The shape of hope in the eyes of the children
Whether they wake up to bread for breakfast and a bowl of hot soup
Farmers burned down the land and the villages and finally take up the gun
And she is slowly getting used to it, and has given up the resistance
Woo~! > Woo~ what shape is hope in the eyes of the children
Is it a yard with swings to swing on and candy in your pocket
The bayonet's light, polished by hate, is savage in the distance
And she smiles a little and doesn't know to panic
I'm glad everyone is here today
Fear is etched in the children's faces
And the wheat fields are falling back in the direction of the war wagons.
The shape of a dandelion is falling away as it flies in despair
She sings only this song to stop the war
A candle is lit on a bad night and the sky is broken to stop the war
The song of the war is sung for thousands of miles to quell the famine in their home towns
Innocence stumbles down the road
She's been cut by the grasses
And the hope that's in their eyes is the shape of hope
And is there bread to wake up to
A hope that's in the eyes of children
And is there bread to wake up to
Does she wake up to bread for breakfast and hot soup
The farmer burns the land and the village and finally picks up his gun
She gets used to it and gives up the fight
Woo, what is the shape of hope in the eyes of a child
Does she have a swing in the yard and candy in her pocket
The bayonet's light is burned by hatred and it's barbaric in a faraway land
And she smiles and laughs.