Even if there's no track, I won't leave to give up, because I'm sure you can hear it, our secret signals;
The clock in the opposite direction rings memories, you often say you're a perfectionist, and you want to keep on loving with Nyonya in simplicity;
On that sunny day, at the garden party.
The sunny day at the garden party when you were searching around for seven lilacs and I was holding up a maltose and losing my temper;
You used black humor to make me happy but you couldn't open your mouth to speak sweet words, and I laughed at you as if you were as stupid as a snail;
Fontaine was whispering in the sidewalk, and I was here listening quietly, and the terraces of my hometown were gradually moving away from the past, and I told you about the past in the name of my father;
Shanghai 1943, when Grandma was young. eyelashes thick, now hair like snow carry on, time against the scales go back, the East Wind breaks the song vaguely;
I love the beauty of the Coral Sea, you love Istanbul mysterious, you said that there will be a day when the train chattering bit to go, the old Indian turtledoves circling the skies, and the old fortress of Wilhelm are waiting for you and me to the footsteps of the; we also have to explore the magic of the Peninsula Iron Box together, I heard that Milan's little blacksmith had been with it; remember that we were together in the Grandpa brewed tea, taste never stranded love, listen to him tell the chaotic dance of Spring and Autumn like bizarre; you often find excuses to leave me, and three years of the second class of the ball friends bullfighting skills; the night was always starry clear, my land rooftop roosting, I use the romantic cell phone to pass on the message of love for you, you use the same tune playing Chopin's Nocturne, but broken strings have no strength, only as if you were molested like cowards; you adored Huo Yuanjia's righteousness, wielded the double sword invincible, playing nunchaku unparalleled, but you played the Dragon Fist but like a ninja jumping around.
Until one day the blue storm came, the four sides of the Chu song sounded, I was caught in a tornado love cliffs can not escape, the general such as the beast of prey desperately trying to kill the enemy, for his lovely woman and the Orcs to start the final battle, looking at you to stop the battle of the death of the death of the death of the last voice of the sorry, proclaimed the end of the world of my descent she was like the "Lovely Woman" the same as the "Orcs" captured into the "William Castle", was captured on the way she was like "ninja" like left only I can see the understanding of the "code", in this "final battle" in the "tornado" speed I cast the "Dragon Fist", playing "nunchaku" "quiet" will be her rescue, he asked me "train Diao bit to go"? He said, "I'll take you to the desert to see the Indian Turtle Dove, to Istanbul to see the Starry Night, and to drink Grandpa's tea, but...". I... I don't understand her black humor. She's... The customary action is to scoop up a handful of your melody during the midsummer sun, close your eyes, and beat the beat. The wind also stops, the clouds also stop. Invite the world to listen with me, this sound more cozy than the summer sun.
Always see your face. The customary action is to sit cross-legged on the floor when the light rain falls in droves, flipping through your photos one by one, the corners of your mouth being pulled up in an arc by the accelerating rise of happiness, the warmth dominating your heart like the warm spring sun.
I call the above action the once separated by time. Perhaps there is a road to the past in everyone's heart, with colorful buds and clusters of flowers along the roadside. Along it, to visit the season of the clouds and wind, to return to the childhood innocence of the shallow singing. On both sides of the road, I casually look down and pick up, picking up the stairs are all about your memory. Embedded in the original pure and simple sky, so it is more blue. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to.
Every time you accidentally walk back to the storage room where the past years are collected, you can no longer move your feet. Carefully hiding behind the door, the heart is as sweet as a child stealing candy. Life don't find me, reality don't catch me. Let me stay in this little room a little longer. Jay, is music your paintbrush, painting the walls around here in bright colors. I am like an old man looking back, in your songs, time and time again back to the age of the uninitiated, and then coincidentally met with myself, see her look into the distance in the eyes, the wipe because of the dream of the continued extension of the determination. She said it was a man named Jay Chou who brought the power of eager pursuit. And I said, is a person named Jay, bring so clear fulfillment.
These memories are the dream of dreams, the illusion of illusions. Like a bubbling spring of fresh water, they moisturize my complicated mood today. But also like a stream of cold water, poured on my blazing life, so it became sour, how to wind dry. I am really grown up, it is difficult to have that for you do not eat and sleep scene. It's hard to have the scene of falling out with friends like that for you. It's hard, it's hard, and many, many scenes will never come back. But I am still grateful, grateful at least once had. Because there are some things, this life as long as the appearance of once, will remember. Because some people, this life as long as he moved once for his love, can never be far away from the body.
I remember when I was a child, under the sunlight that turned all the dust into clarity, under the green that was like the waves, I solemnly buried a wishing bottle with my crooked handwriting inside. Jay Chou, you must be happy forever. At that time, I always wanted to pretend to be mature as an adult, seriously thanked you, and pretentiously said thank you for always planting happiness in my world. Later that garden was to be built into a building, when I knew, there were already heavy machines clamoring there. Mom didn't ask me to go near it for fear of danger. So I don't know where that wishing bottle is today, that contains my unchanged wish to this day. Drift on, drift on, I hope it has traveled to the ends of the earth and carried my blessings across the ends of the earth and the ends of the sea as well.
And what about me now, after walking through many dark nights, after being on the verge of short cliffs over and over again, still leaning on the edge of that door to my childhood, I sincerely say to you, thank you, Jay. You have colored that time of mine, the only time allowed by life, the time called childhood, as beautiful as a fairy tale.
The words spoken under the tree are still so vivid: you have been planting happiness in my world.