Singing: Jay Chou, Pan Er (room 19)

Lyrics: Huang Junlang

Composer: Jay Chou

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M: 1983 alley 65438+ It was sunny in February, and the typewriter continued to push in the seventh chapter of the night.

In the next line close to the truth, the fog of heather pipe floated to the withered tree.

In the circular square next to Baker Street, lean on the arm of the armored knight and cry silently to me.

Iris's badge shines slightly, and the unmanned carriage rings late at night.

The evil and bloody opening in Victoria moonlight disappeared with the pistol.

A melted wax figure of a charred cane. Who hasn't signed the jewelry box?

False contradictions led him to a dead end and the evidence was perfectly buried.

The corner of Scotland Yard is rising.

W: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel sport.

M: Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy.

W: I'll write the ending myself.

Man: Then I'll light the light in the ashes.

Woman: The morning sun dried the last sadness.

Man: Then the raindrops will clean the dark high walls.

Female: Black ink is peaceful.

Man: The light went out, the red curtain came down, and the facts could only penetrate into the soil, without footprints.

Sudden subtle flowers and deliberately conspicuous clothes, everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.

Motivation has only one name, and that is desire, far away.

Far, far, far away, across the swamp of human nature. Who really?

We can forget and forgive, but we must know the truth.

A moved iron bed. Finally, I spelled out a picture. I heard you.

Footsteps are expected to be soft leather heels. He pushed open the door and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.

The typewriter stopped at the killer's name, I turned around and the night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.

I am in full bloom with gorgeous death, and I have tasted this last sweet truth.

Smile and recall justice, quietly playing the violin in the times.

Footsteps are expected to be soft leather high heels. He pushed open the door and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.

The typewriter stopped at the killer's name, I turned around and the night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.

Female: Black ink is peaceful.

M: If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement, I will personally write its ending.

The morning light dries the last line of sadness, and the black ink is peaceful.

Extended data:

In the seventh chapter of the night, Huang Junlang wrote lyrics, Jay Chou composed music, and Jay Chou and Pan Er sang. On September 5th, 2006, it was included in Jay Chou's album Still Fan Texi.

The song is a suspenseful metaphor for the story of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes in 1983. The rapid sound of typewriters begins, clues are hidden in Sherlock Holmes' diary, classical music and electronic music blend with each other, and Jay Chou's monologue rap becomes Sherlock Holmes leading the audience to find the truth of the murder.

Still Fan Texi, * * * contains 10 songs. In 2007, the album won the 2006IFPI Hong Kong Record Sales Award, the highest-selling Mandarin Record Award, and the 7th Mengniu Yogurt Music Billboard Award Ceremony, the best album in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Album tracks: Chapter 7 of Night, Listening to Mom, Thousands of Miles Away, Compendium of Materia Medica, Back, Red Imitation, Heart Rain, White Windmill, Rosemary, Chrysanthemum Table.

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