Word: Fang Gang

Song: Jay Chou

This street is too crowded.

Too many people have secrets.

There is fog on the glass, hidden in the past.

The emotion on your face

Resume rainfall

This alley is too crooked to go back to the story.

This day is no longer green.

A few more mottled words

I am in a big house, and the rest of my memories are empty.

Seats in the cinema

Far away.

Feelings have no rivals. You play chess with yourself.

I haven't had time to write your story seriously.

Describe how much I love you.

But you make me smile.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I'm trying to save it

I didn't give some feelings that should be considerate.

Your pouting desire is humble, and you are compromising.

I ignored you, but I need company.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I finally learned.

You are so tired of the plot that you can't bear to read it page by page.

How many times have you cried silently for me?

And my heart is broken, you are miserable, and your beauty is not worthy of me.

This street is too crowded.

Too many people have secrets.

There is fog on the glass, hidden in the past.

The emotion on your face

Resume rainfall

This alley is too crooked to go back to the story.

This day is no longer green.

A few more mottled words

I am in a big house, and the rest of my memories are empty.

Seats in the cinema

Far away.

Feelings have no rivals. You play chess with yourself.

I haven't had time to write your story seriously.

Describe how much I love you.

But you make me smile.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I'm trying to save it

I didn't give some feelings that should be considerate.

Your pouting desire is humble, and you are compromising.

I ignored you, but I need company.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I finally learned.

You are so tired of the plot that you can't bear to read it page by page.

How many times have you cried silently for me?

And my heart is broken, you are miserable, and your beauty is not worthy of me.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I'm trying to save it

I didn't give some feelings that should be considerate.

Your pouting desire is humble, and you are compromising.

I ignored you, but I need company.

It doesn't feel right anymore

I finally learned.

You are so tired of the plot that you can't bear to read it page by page.

How many times have you cried silently for me?

And my heart is broken, you are miserable, and your beauty is not worthy of me.