Word: Huang Junlang Song: Jay Chou
Small Lane, 1983, December Sunny, Chapter 7 of the Night
The typewriter pushes on Close to the truth on that next line
The fog of the briar pipe drifts to the wilting tree
Silence cries out to me
The rotunda by Baker Street On the arm of the knight in armor
The crest of the iris Shimmering
The sound of no one's carriage Late-night visits
Evil In the Victorian moonlight Scarlet openings
Disappearing pistols Scorched canes
Melted wax figures Who weren't there Symbolic artifacts on the jewelry box
Contradictions leading to the dead-end street He piled up Evidence buried to perfection
The corners of that mocking Scotland Yard's mouth rise
If evil is a magnificent, brutal score
(then justice is a deep, helpless despondency)
The end of it, I'll write it with my own hand
(then I'll light up the shimmering light in the ashes)
Morning light dries out the last line of sadness
(then the raindrops will Wash the walls of darkness)
Black ink stained with serenity
(The lights go out, the red curtain goes down)
The truth can only penetrate to the soil where there are no footprints
The scent of a subtle flower, a deliberately conspicuous costume
Everyone lies with a mask for a different reason
Motivation has only one name, and that's desire
Over human nature, there's a way of lying, and that's the way it is.
Over the swamps of humanity, who can really be unsoiled
We can forget, forgive, but we must know the truth
The iron bed that has been moved, the last piece of the puzzle that has finally been put together
I hear footsteps, the expected heel of a moccasin
He pushes open the door, the evening breeze shakes the kerosene lamp for a moment
The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, and I turn around
The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, and I turn away
The typewriter stops at the name of the killer.
The night sky over Westminster began to boil
Blooming in the chest, a voluptuous death
I savored this last sweet sip of truth
Smiling back at the justice that was only quietly served
Fiddle in the Thames
If evil is a magnificent, brutal music
(then justice is a deep, helpless melancholy)
It's finale, I'll be there, in person.
If evil is a magnificent and cruel piece of music
(then I'll light up a dim light in the ashes)
The morning light dries out the last line of sorrow
(then the raindrops will wash away the high walls of darkness)
Black ink dyes the peace
(the lights turn off and the red curtains drop)
Singer: Jay Chou Song: Listen to your mother's words
Word: Jay Chou Song: Jay Chou
Children, do you have a lot of questions
Why is it that other people are reading comics and I'm learning to draw and talk to the piano
Other people are playing games and I'm reciting my ABCs on the wall
I said I wanted a big airplane
But I got an old tape recorder
But I got an old tape recorder
Why do you want a big airplane
Why do you want an old tape recorder
Why is it that I got an old tape recorder
Why do you want an old tape recorder? Why should I listen to my mom
When you grow up, you'll start to understand
When I grow up, I'll start to understand
Why I can run faster than anyone else
Fly higher than anyone else
In the future, everyone will read the comics I drew
Everyone will sing the songs I wrote
I don't want you to see my mom's hard work
Warm recipes in her heart
Whenever you have time, hold her hand more often
Hold her hand and sleepwalk together
Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt
I want to grow up fast so that I can protect her
Beautiful gray hairs, sprouting in happiness
Angelic magic, warmth and kindness
In your future, you will never see your mom's hard work. >
In your future
Music is your trump card Take the trump card and fall in love
Ugh! I don't want to teach you a lesson
Listen to your mother and fall in love later
I know what's in store for you, but mom knows better
You'll start writing in your backpack like the rest of the class
But I suggest it's best to write Mom, I'll work hard
What's the point of working hard when it's not coming out of my mouth
I don't want you to lose, so I'll tell you to work hard
I don't want you to lose, so I'm going to tell you to work hard. I don't want you to lose, so I'm going to tell you to study hard
The sweater that mom knitted for you, you have to keep it safe
Because when Mother's Day rolls around, I'm going to tell him that I still have it
And I'm going to meet Chow Yun-Fat
So you can brag to your classmates that the God of Gamblers is going to be your dad
I can't find my love letter from childhood, so you don't have to give it away when you finish writing it
Because you'll pick it up on the caucus floor in the next couple of days.
You'll start to like pop songs
Because Jacky Cheung is getting ready to sing Kiss Goodbye
Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt
I want to grow up fast so I can protect her
Beautiful gray hairs sprout in happiness
Angel's magic is warm and kind
Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt
Listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt
I want to grow up fast so that I can protect her
Singer: Jay Chou Song: A Thousand Miles Away - Jay Chou/Fei Yu Ching
Lyrics: Fong Man Shan, Song: Jay Chou
(Chou)
The eaves of the house are like cliffs, and 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 without a word
Story is outside of the city, and the fog can't clear up.
I can't hear you, the wind doesn't blow, it's me who's lamenting
Who woke up from a dream and opened the ending on the window sill
The thin future won't stand up to being torn apart by anyone else
(Fee)
I'll send you away, thousands of miles away, you're silent and black and white
The age of silence is not the right time to fall in love so far
The age of silence is not the right time to fall in love
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You came in the rain, poetic sorrow, and I'm drenched now
(Zhou)
The hibiscus water is still there, the boat is still there, but you're not coming back
Covered by the years, the flowers you said bloomed, and the past has become a void
(Faye)
Waking up from a dream, who is there at the window sill, opening up the end
(Zhou)
The future that's so thin, cannot be taken apart by anyone
(Zhou)
Who can't tear down that thin future?
(Faye)
I'm sending you away, a thousand miles away, you're silent and black and white
Silent times, maybe not, too far away to love
(Chou)
I'm sending you away, the sky's the limit, are you still there
Where does the music come from, life and death are not to be guessed, a lifetime of love
(Faye)
I'm sending you away, the sky's the limit.
You're silent and black and white
Silent age, maybe we shouldn't be too far away to love each other
(Zhou)
I'm sending you away, are you still there at the end of the world
Where does the sound of the zither come from
(Fei)
(Together) Waiting for a whole life
Singer: Jay Chou Songs : Materia Medica
Words.
Yam, angelica, goji, goji go, yam, angelica, goji go, goji go
Watch me grab a handful of herbs and take a pill of pride
My expression is relaxed, I'm jumping around, and my movements are easy, you can't learn them
Neon signboards, get in shape, and in the glamorous city, wait for me to wake up
I'm jumping around, my expression is relaxed, and I'm using calligraphy, I'm writing about a dynasty, my inner strength is spreading out
Swinging the block letters in a bold way, give a punch to the face, end it flat.
This is the first time that I have ever seen a Chinese herbal medicine.
This is the light, this is the light, this is the light, sing together
(This is the light, this is the light)
Let me mix up a prescription for your internal injuries
The Chinese herbal medicine that has been rooted for thousands of years has a power that others don't know
The Chinese herbal medicine that has been rooted for thousands of years has a power that others don't know
It has a power that others don't know
Its own music, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine, its own medicine.
I have a relaxed expression, I'm jumping around, I'm doing something easy, you can't learn it
Neon signs, get in shape, wait for the city to wake up
I have a relaxed expression, I'm jumping around, I'm using calligraphy to write about a dynasty, I'm spreading my inner strength
I'm waving the block letters in the right hand, I'm giving you the punch to the punch to the punch to the dialogue, the ending, lie down, let's see who's the better man
Squatting, squatting little zombie, squatting little zombie, squatting little zombie, squatting, squatting little little zombie. Zombie squatting, dark alley lighting
Squatting again, little zombie squatting, drilling turnip pit, squatting again, little zombie squatting, humming incantation
Singer: Jay Chou Song: Back Off
Word: Song Jianzhang, Song Jianzhang, Song: Jay Chou
The skies are so gray that they look like they've cried, and I'm not freer since I left you
The air is sour and the air smells of the distance
A scene that is so heartbreaking, it's like breathing, and I can't breathe. A heartbreaking ending Like breathing that won't stop
The drawer's yellowed diary drained the memories
That smile was summer
Your past and mine forgotten clockwise
Love after oxygen deprivation Careless tears are redundant
I know you and I weren't in the wrong
I just forgot how to step back
Believing in the promises we gave
The promise was broken by time
I know we're not wrong
It's just better to let go
The most beautiful love is the one that will be continued in the memories
Singer: Jay Chou Song: Red Mimic
Lyrics: Jay Chou Songs: Jay Chou
Chinese songs have been growing in popularity, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, ask Fong Wen-shan
From the beginning of my mother's life, I have been a part of the world's largest and most famous music industry.
From the Nymphet to the Nunchucks, from the East Wind to the Hair of Snow
The whole journey has been consistent, with a variety of styles, but only the Chinese style
I stick to the style, and I live in my own world, and no one can interrupt me
Singing a different tune is my nature, and taking the unexpected by surprise is my personality
Even if I'm at the top of the mountain, I am still just a commoner
But my shoulders will have two empty spaces, and the rest will have two empty spaces, and the rest will have two empty spaces.
Because I like to be true to myself
I can't step back because I'm not a green leaf
If it's just an embellishment, I'd like to be the bright moon
The grass waits for the wind to blow and doesn't need to be on your back
If the sky gets really dark, I'll ask Chang'e to run to the moon
I don't have a motivation for why I've written this song
But listen to it and it will mean more to you.
If you're afraid of the future and your eyes are foggy
It's because you haven't cleaned your glasses
Be brave, this song will keep you going
I've often wondered if there's only one sun in the universe
Why is it that I'm in the shadow of so many people who think so much about it
Conquering the phantasmagoria
Those of you who are as much of a mimic as I am.
It's good to be admired, it's a virtue to be appreciated
But walking behind me, I worry that people will look down on you
In the end, it's just one doppelg?nger after another
Is it not too ironic and direct to be so encouraging
Is the teacher talking, or is he listening
I'll tell you what: It's better to be you than to follow you too closely
The biggest enemy is the one inside you.
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Singer: Jay Chou Song: Rain of the Heart
Word: Fong Wen Shan Song: Jay Chou
The green leaves of the oak tree, the white bamboo fence
I want to tell her that this place is like a painting
The Christmas card from last year, the scruffy beard in the mirror
It's not like the picture starts with a picture of the old man, the young woman, the young man in the mirror
The picture starts with a picture of the new man, the young man in the old man's life.
She's not in the picture, and I'm still playing dumb
Promising to make me tea and learning how to swing a knife
An empty home in a student dormitory
Keeping the phone on the line, but I can't wait for her
Rain pours down in my heart
and I can't even wet her hair
Tears swirl away from the postcards of my heart
The sadness of that heartbreak doesn't have a time lag.
The rain in my heart pours down
But I can't get her wet
The cold wind passes through the branches in the yard
And cools the flowers in my hand
Singer: Jay Chou Song: White Windmill
Word: Jay Chou Song: Jay Chou
White windmill quietly turning
The true
Sweet sea water, complicated tears
Looking at you giggling and holding my hand
Dreams hopefully don't have an end, we'll get there
Because I don't want to finish this happiness too soon
It's a pity that there's no blessing when you are in love with me, you're not alone
Won't let you cry anymore
I'll carry you on my back until the end. Can you not look back
You held me tightly and said you didn't need a promise
You said I'd be freer if I was alone
I don't know what you're talking about, but I won't let go
I'll carry you to the end, can you not think about it too much
Will you hold hands and go to the end a little bit later
You said we shouldn't see each other again, but just for the sake of a moment
It's a pity that I let you do that, because I don't want to be alone.
Thanks for letting me hear it, 'cause I'm waiting for forever
Singer: Jay Chou Song: Rosemary
Word: Fong Wen Shan Song: Jay Chou
The corners of your mouth are slightly upturned, and you're so sexy, it's hopeless
I can't imagine, such a heartbeat, and you want everything you've got
Soft drinks, rising bubbles
I'm drinking up all the good things I want to do with you in one bottle.
There's nothing missing here but a buzz, you give me hugs
Candle flames are burning, there's a certain mood, eyes are out of focus for a few seconds
A dance about you, you're lazily twirling, can't stand it
Your smile on the wind, it smells like rosemary
The pepperminty pampering, it's a signal to me that I'm in love
You are as graceful as a cat, you move softly, you want everything
I can't believe it. You're as graceful as a cat, you move lightly around
The sweetness of love spreads and festers, and the ambiguity comes just in time
Soft drinks, rising bubbles
I'm drinking all I like of you in one bottle
The last thing that's missing here is a buzz, and you're stirring up hugs
The candlelight's burning, and there's a certain mood that's out of focus in the eyes for a couple of seconds
The dance of you, you languidly twist and turn, and it's a dance of you. Dancing, you're lazily twisting your waist, I can't stand it
Your smile on the wind smells of rosemary
Your minty voice signals to me that you're in love
You're graceful as a cat, you move lightly around
The sweetness of love is spreading, the ambiguity is right on time
The corners of your mouth turn up, you're so sexy, it's hopeless
I never imagined such a heartbeat, everything about you is so exciting.
The white moon curves and hooks up the past
The night is too long and frosty
Who's in the attic? Icy despair
The rain gently flicks the vermilion window
My whole life is on paper, blown by the wind
Dreams are in the faraway land, transformed into a wisp of scent
With the wind, you look like yourself
The chrysanthemums have been broken, and there are many injuries on the ground. Your smile has turned yellow
The flowers have fallen, and my heart is still flowing
The north wind is chaotic, and the night is still young, and your shadow can't be cut
Leaving me alone, in pairs on the lake
The flowers have fallen at night, and their splendor has been lost
The fading world is not a good place to live
Worrying about crossing the river, and the autumn heart is broken into two halves
Thinking that you won't be able to get to the shore, and that you'll be shaking for the rest of your life
Who would like to cross the river, and who would like to see you there?
Who's country, whose hoofbeats are wild
My army uniform, the scent of the rain
It's dawn, and you're sighing softly
A night of despair, so melancholy
The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is bruised, and your smile is yellow
The flowers are broken, and I'm still in a state of shock
The winds of the north are blowing, and the night is still young, and you are still in a state of distress
It is only you who are alone, on the lake. I'm alone, in pairs on the lake.