What's the song with the line go a go a les fu?

Song: Prague Square - Jolin Tsai ~Prague Square~ Jolin Tsai There is light on the keys of the piano Stained glass windows decorated with Gothic churches Whoever plays a piece of a wandering sorrow In the direction of the piano, I see roses clinging to eighteenth-century paintings Beside me, I am quietly admiring, I am thinking of your romance, I am looking at you Whether or not it has been the same for a long time a a fu shou a a a fu shou yap so sorry so so so moderato andantino portmento fortissimo thief he stole the monk said no after waking up from the dream I have nothing so moderato andantino portmento fortissimo the thief steals the monk says no when I wake up from my dream I have nothing I'm standing in Prague's twilight square at the wishing fountain I've cast my hope in the doves' backs against the setting sun it's too beautiful to look at Prague's square's unoccupied corridors I'm dancing and twirling by myself not far away from the place where you're singing from afar there's nothing You're not used to the light, the stained-glass windows, the Gothic churches, whoever's playing a piece of wandering melancholy, the direction of the piano, the roses clinging to 18th-century paintings, quietly admiring them, thinking of your romance, wondering if it'll be the same for long, a a fu shou, a fu shou, a fu shou, a fu shou, a fu shou, a fu shou, a fu shou, yap so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry The portmento fortissimo The thief steals, the monk says no When I woke up from my dream, I had nothing I was standing in Prague's twilight square, casting my hope in the wishing fountain, the pigeons turned their backs to the setting sun It was too beautiful to look at the deserted corridors of Prague's squares, and I was dancing and twirling alone, and from afar, you sang from afar, and you're really not used to it without me, in the twilight square of Prague. In Prague's twilight square at the wishing fountain, I cast my hope in a flock of pigeons facing the setting sun, a picture too beautiful for me to look at, in Prague's crowded theater, in a quiet alley, in a café, I'm checking out, and you're making bisque, and that's the final answer to the story.