Sung by: Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou
The keys are filled with light
The stained-glass windows
decorated with Gothic churches
Whoever plays a piece of music
A piece of wandering melancholy
Following the direction of the piano, I can see
Roses clinging to the eighteenth-century painting
We can see the roses on the side, quietly admiring it
Wondering whether it's been long enough for you to be romantic
Watching, we are thinking whether it's been long enough for you to be 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
.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 it. 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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