Ci Huang Junlang Qu Jay Chou

Arranged by Zhong Xingmin Lin Maike female voice Pan Er and Jay Chou string Zhong Xingmin recording Gary

Chapter 7 19831On a sunny night in February, I was in an alley.

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

The fog of heather pipe floated to the dead tree and cried to me silently.

The iris badge on the arm of the armored knight in the circular square next to Baker Street shines slightly.

The sound of an unmanned carriage visited evil in the middle of the night, and the bloody opening of Victoria in the moonlight.

Disappearing handguns, blackened walking sticks, melted wax figures, the illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes, those who are not present.

Contradictions led to his mountain of dead lane evidence being perfectly buried, which made him laugh at the rising corners of the Scottish Police Department.

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

I will write its ending with my own hands (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 peacefully (turn off the lights, red curtain lowered)

The truth can only be worn to the soil without footprints, the faint fragrance of flowers, and the clothes that are deliberately conspicuous.

Everyone wears a mask to lie for different reasons, and the motivation is only one name, called desire.

Through the swamp of human nature, who can really not be polluted? We can forget and forgive, but we must know the truth.

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

I heard footsteps, and the expected soft leather heel pushed the door open, and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.

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

Gorgeous death is blooming in my chest, and I am tasting this last sweet truth.

Smile and remember justice, just playing the violin quietly in the times.

2. Listen to your mother.

Ci Jay Chou Qu Jay Chou

Arranged by Hong Jingyao, Lin Maike and Jay Chou.

Children, do you have many question marks? Why are others reading comics there, while I am learning to draw and talking to the piano?

Others are playing games, and I test my ABC on the wall.

I said I wanted a big plane, but I got an old tape recorder.

Why do you listen to your mother? When you grow up, you will begin to understand this passage.

When I grow up, I begin to understand why I run faster and fly higher than others.

In the future, people will read all my cartoons and sing all my songs.

Mom's hard work will not let you see the warm recipes in her heart.

Hold her hand and sleepwalk hand in hand when you are free.

Listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt. You want to grow up and protect her.

Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness, and angel's magic is warm and kind.

In your future, music is your trump card. Fall in love with your ace. Well, I don't want to teach you a bad lesson.

Listen to mom and fall in love in the future. I know your future, but my mother knows it better than me.

You will start writing in your schoolbag like other students, but I suggest you write about your mother. I will study hard.

How can you say from me that you don't want to lose, so I want you to study hard?

You should take good care of the sweater your mother knitted for you, because I will tell him that I still have it on Mother's Day.

By the way, I want to meet Chow Yun Fat, so that you can show off to your classmates the gambler who will be your father in the future.

I can't find the love letter I wrote when I was a child. Don't give it away after eating, you will find it in Caodi in a couple of days.

You will start to like pop songs, because Jacky Cheung is ready to sing goodbye.

3. thousands of miles away

The word Vincent Fang Qu Jay Chou

Arrange for Lin Maike to record Gary.

The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and I am waiting for Yan to return.

Time is arranged to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.

The story can't be separated from the fog outside the city.

You can't hear that the wind doesn't exist. I feel it.

Who wakes up from a dream and opens the window sill? The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.

I will send you thousands of miles away. Your silent black and white silent era may not be too far away from love.

I sent you away from the horizon. Are you still playing the piano? It's hard to guess whether you will live or die, and wait for a lifetime.

When I heard tears, I went into the forest to look for pears. I have to walk under the blue sky. It's raining outside the mountain, and my sideburns are gray (I'll wait for you)

The glass is white and transparent, full of dust and your flawless love.

You came from the rain and poeticized your sadness. I am wet now.

Lotus is still here, but you don't come back.

Covered by years, the flowers you mentioned have gone blank.

4. Compendium of Materia Medica

The word Vincent Fang Qu Jay Chou

Arrange for Lin Maike to record Lin Maike.

If Hua Tuo worships foreigners and flatters foreigners, learning Chinese characters will stimulate my national consciousness.

Semen Strychni, Semen Cassiae, Fructus Xanthii, Lotus seeds, Sophora alopecuroides and Fructus Toosendan, I want to save face.

Rewrite history in my way. Nothing else. Read some words after me.

Chinese yam, angelica and wolfberry go

Watch me grab a handful of Chinese medicine and win a pride.

I dance with a leisurely expression and relaxed movements. Can't learn.

The neon sign is adjusted and waiting to wake up in the gorgeous city.

My expression is carefree, probably circulated in calligraphy books.

At the end of the dialogue, lie down and see who is good.

Practice what, Dan? Knead what pills? Deer antler pieces should not be too thin. The old master's technique should not be copied like this.

Guiling cream, Yunnan Baiyao, Cordyceps sinensis, own music, own medicine, just right.

Listen to me, copying Chinese medicine should be more bitter. Open Compendium of Materia Medica and read more books.

Toads, moths and earthworms have all crossed the rivers and lakes. We can't lose the hard work of these ancestors.

That's light, that's light. Sing together, that's light, that's light. hey

I'll make a prescription to treat your obsequious internal injuries. China, rooted for thousands of years, has power that others don't know.

About.

Squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat.

Squat a little zombie, drill a radish pit, squat a little zombie, recite a spell, huh?

Take a step back.

Cidewen Qu Jay Chou

Arranging Lin Maike Guitar Lin Maike Recording Gary Lin Mike

The sky is as dark as tears, and there is no freedom after leaving you.

Sour air sniffs out our distance, and the cone breathes like a head.

The yellowed diary in the drawer drained the memory, and the smile was summer.

Your past and mine are forgotten clockwise, and love after lack of oxygen is unnecessary.

I know neither you nor I are wrong, but I forgot how to step back.

Promises are made, but time has lost them.

I know we're all fine, but we'd better let go.

The most beautiful love memories are to be continued.

6. Red imitation

Ci Jay Chou Qu Jay Chou

Arranging Lin Maike Guitar Lin Maike String Orchestra China Philharmonic Lin Maike

Jubao ~ Who taught you guitar, Jay ~ I was born with Jubao ~P

Fang Zhouzi knows the quality of China's songs best.

From the singing of the lady to the answer of nunchakus until it is like snow, there have always been various styles that love Chinese style alone.

I insist on style, I live in my world, and no one can get a word in.

It is my nature to play the devil's advocate, and surprise is my character.

Even if I stand on the top of the mountain, I am just a civilian.

But there will be two vacancies on my shoulders, that is, courage and perseverance.

I want to be the emperor of music. Hem, hem, hem, hem.

It's not hard to go downhill. Others paved the way for you, but I chose to go uphill because my name is conceit.

There is only one word difference between modesty and hypocrisy, and sometimes it is a little confusing, because I like my true self.

I can't return it because it's not a green leaf. If it's just an ornament, I'd like to be the bright moon.

The grass is waiting for the wind. Don't use Kao on your back. If it gets dark, I will invite the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.

Why did I write this song? I can't find the motivation yet, but it will be more meaningful if you listen carefully.

If you are afraid of the future and your eyes are foggy, it's because you didn't clean your glasses.

Go on bravely, and this song will accompany you.

I often wonder why there is only one sun in the universe and why I have so many shadows.

Conquering illusions is a good thing, and admiring friends like me who like to imitate is a virtue.

But walking behind me and worrying that others will look down on you will end up just one busy person after another.

Is this encouragement too direct and ironic? Are you listening to the teacher?

I'm telling you, it's better to be yourself than to be too nervous. The biggest enemy is your inner self.

7. Heart Rain

The word Wen Qing of the square song; Jay Chou

Adapting Lin Maike String Zhong Xingmin Recording Gary String Orchestra China Philharmonic Orchestra

The green leaves of the oak tree and the white bamboo fence really want to tell me. She looks like a painting here.

Last Christmas card, I was still playing dumb without her in the mirror.

It was agreed that I would be given a knife to learn to make tea-the empty home in the student dormitory was watching the phone but couldn't wait for her.

The rain in my heart can't wet her hair.

Tears blurred the care on the postcard. There is no time difference between sadness and sadness.

The rain in my heart is pouring down, but I can't catch her all the time.

The cold wind passed through the branches in the yard and cooled the flowers in my hand.

8. White windmill

Ci Jay Chou Qu Jay Chou

Arranger Cai Guitar Cai Drum Chen Baizhou String Orchestra Recording by China Philharmonic Orchestra Gary Ke Zongyou

The white windmill turns quietly, and the real feeling is far like a dream.

Sweet sea water, complicated tears, watching you hold my hand and giggle.

The dream is endless, so go straight here, because I don't want to end this happiness prematurely.

Unfortunately, there is no blessing, but loving you is not lonely and won't make you cry again.

I will take you to the end. Can you not look back? You held me tight and said you didn't need a commitment.

You said I would be more free alone. I don't know what you said, but I won't let go anyway.

Can I carry you to the end without thinking too much, or hold hands to the end in the future?

You said you shouldn't meet again, just for a moment. Thank you for letting me hear your voice, because I will wait forever.

9.rosemary

The word Vincent Fang Qu Jay Chou

Arranging guitar Cai Xianlin recording Gary

Your mouth is slightly upturned. Sexy as hell.

I can't imagine such a heartbeat. You want everything.

Soft drinks, rising bubbles, I will put all your preferences in one bottle.

The most important thing here is excitement. You are very emotional. Give me a hug.

When the candle is lit, it has a certain mood. My eyes didn't focus for a few seconds.

As for your dance, you can't stand the lazy twisting of your waist.

Your smile fluttering in the wind smells of rosemary, and your mint-flavored coquetry sends me a signal of love.

You are as elegant as a cat, swimming lightly in the sweetness of love, just fermenting ambiguity.

Rap

Your mouth is slightly upturned. Sexy as hell.

I can't imagine such a heartbeat. You want everything.

Your lipstick is bright to please your confident pride.

What omen? The atmosphere is subtle, because I love you, I know.

The omen is subtle, because I love you, I know.

10. Chrysanthemum terrace

The word Vincent Fang Qu Jay Chou

Arranging guitar Cai

Your tears are weak and hurt, and the pale moon hooks over.

The night is too long and condenses into frost. Who is cold and desperate in the attic?

The rain gently bounced on the scarlet window, and my life was blown on the paper by the wind.

Dreams turn into a wisp of fragrance in the distance, and your face drifts with the wind.

Chrysanthemum residue on the ground hurts your smile, turns yellow, breaks your heart, and your heart is dripping quietly.

The north wind is still young at night, and your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake.

Flowers have fallen into the night, and the fate of the bright and dry world is unbearable.

Don't worry about crossing the river and splitting the autumn heart in half, for fear that you will never get ashore and shake all your life.

Whose hoof is crazy, my military uniform growls in the vicissitudes of life.

There is a light, and you sigh gently all night, which is so euphemistic.