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1983 alley 65438+ February sunny

Chapter VII Night

The typewriter continued to push the next line closer to the truth.

The fog of heather pipe

Float to the dead tree and cry to me silently.

The circular square next to Baker Street.

Arm of an armored soldier

Iris's badge is slightly brighter.

A late-night visit accompanied by the sound of a driverless carriage

The bloody opening of evil in Victoria moonlight

A vanished pistol and a blackened cane.

Who is not present at the melting wax statue?

The illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes

Contradictions led to his death.

The evidence was perfectly covered up.

Laughing at Scotland Yard's rising corners of the mouth.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement (then justice is a deep and helpless depression)

I will write his finale myself (then I will light the light in the ashes)

The morning light dries the last sadness (then raindrops will wash away the dark high walls)

Black ink dyed safe (turn off the lights and drop the red curtain)

☆ Lyrics: Rejuvenation

Word: Qu: Jay Chou

Arranged by Zhong Xingmin Lin Maike.

Chorus Editor: Jay Chou String Editor: Zhong Xingmin

String Orchestra: China Philharmonic Orchestra

Facts can only go deep into the soil without footprints.

Sudden faint floral fragrance, deliberately conspicuous clothing

Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.

Motivation has only one name, and that is desire.

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Who can really cross the swamp of human nature without being polluted?

We can forget and forgive, but we must do so

Knowing the truth is touching.

The last photo of the iron bed was finally put together.

I heard footsteps and looked forward to 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 and I turned around.

The night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.

Bloom gorgeous chest of death.

I tasted the last sweet truth.

Smile and remember that justice is just a quiet justice.

The violin is in The Times.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

I will write his finale myself.

Black ink is stained with peace.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

I will write his finale myself.

The morning light wiped away the last sadness.

Black ink is stained with peace.