Word: Huang Junlang
Song: Jay Chou
Arranged by Zhong Xingmin and Lin Maike
(Lin Shizhen)
Female voice: Pan Er (room 19)
Chorus writing: Jay Chou
Chorus: Jay Chou
Producer: Jay Chou
1983 alley 65438+ February sunny
Chapter 7 night typewriter continue to push
Close to the next line of facts
The fog of heather pipe drifted to the withered tree.
Cry to me silently
The circular square next to Baker Street.
Arm of armored knight
Iris's badge is slightly brighter.
A late-night visit accompanied by the sound of a driverless carriage
Evil in Victoria's moonlight
A bloody opening
Disappearing pistol
Charred cane
Melted wax figure
Who is not present?
On the jewelry box
Illusion of symbols
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 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)
Editor: Zhang Qi QQ: 5 1679 342 1
Truth can only be worn away.
Soil without footprints
A sudden faint fragrance of flowers
Deliberately eye-catching clothing
Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.
Motivation has only one name, and that is desire.
further
Crossing the swamp of human nature
Who can really not be dirty?
We can forget and forgive.
But we must know the truth.
Moving iron bed
The last picture is finally put together.
I heard footsteps.
Expected soft leather heel
He pushed open the door, and the night wind was rustling.
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'll write the ending myself.
Black ink dyed peacefully.
If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,
I'll write the ending myself.
The morning light wiped away the last sadness.
Black ink dyed peacefully.