Prague Square, composed and arranged by Jay Chou and produced and RAP with Jolin Tsai.
Lyrics
The piano keys are filled with light
The stained glass windows
decorated with Gothic churches
Whoever plays a piece of
A piece of wandering sadness
Following the direction of the piano, I saw
Roses clinging to 18th century oil paintings
Side-by-side, quietly admiring
Thinking about your romance
They'll never forget you! Thinking 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 yo andantino yo
Portamento yo fortissimo yo
The Thief.
The thief he stole
The abbot said no
I woke up from a dream and I had nothing
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
Prague's squares, the corridors of the city were deserted
I jumped alone on the dance floor of a square
I jumped alone on a dance floor.
I was dancing and spinning alone
Not far away, you were singing from afar
You really can't get used to it without me
The light was penetrating
The stained-glass windows
Decorated with Gothic churches
Whoever was there played a piece
A piece of wandering sorrow
Following the direction of the piano, I saw
Roses clinging to 18th-century roses.
Rosebuds clinging to an 18th century painting
Side by side, quietly admiring
Thinking about your romance
Looking to see if it will be the same for a long time
A a fu shou a a a fu shou
Yap so so sorry so so so so
Moderato yo andantino
Portamento yo fortissimo yo
The thief he stole
The monk said no
I woke up from a dream and I had nothing
I stood in Prague's twilight square
I dropped my hopes in the wishing fountain
The doves had their backs to the setting sun
It was so beautiful.
It's too beautiful to look
The deserted corridors of Prague's squares
I'm dancing and twirling alone
Not far away, you're singing from afar
You really can't learn without me
In Prague's squares at dusk
The wishing fountains cast hope
The doves are turned to the setting sun
.It's too beautiful to look at
Prague's squares, crowded theaters
A café in a quiet alley
I'm checking out and you're making bisque
It's the last word in the story
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