Composer: Leung Chiao Pak
Lyrics: Lee Cheuk Hung
Arrangement: Leung Chiao Pak
Producer: Leung Chiao Pak
Eason Chan - White Roses(Cantonese)
White as White Teeth, passion is swallowed up
Champagne has long since been evaporated completely
White as White Moths, they have dived back into the world of the red dust and the vulgar
But after looking down on the spiritual place, love has turned into a filthy filth
But the silence is as filthy as a dirty stain.
But when love turns to mustard
As dirty as filth
Don't mention the silent roses with smiles
The thorns return the gift only trusting in defense
How to be cold but still beautiful
Not getting it has never been precious
How to be in a position of disadvantage and not to attack the heart
Shedding awe and testing your rules.
Even though the nightmare is still beautiful
Willing to be at the bottom of your noble
A handful of roses undoubtedly the funeral of the heart
Previous things are null and void when the love has already passed
Next life
White as a white busy inexplicably destroyed
Get is not the one who has been
White as a sugar mistakenly thrown into the world of the red dust and the common world
.Consumed in the dead
But after love suddenly turned mustard
As dirty as dirt
Don't mention the silence with a smile roses
The thorns return the gift of only trusting defense
How cold but still beautiful
Not to get never precious
In a disadvantage how not to attack the heart
To reveal the awe of the temptations The statute of beauty
Even though it is a nightmare, it is still beautiful
Willing to be the bottom of your noble
A handful of roses simulates the funeral of the heart
The former things are null and void, when the love has already gone
The next life
How can you be so cold, but still beautiful
Not getting it has never been precious
How can you be in a disadvantageous position and not attack your heart
How can you be in a disadvantageous position and not attack your heart?
Expression of awe to test the laws of love
Even the nightmare is still beautiful
Get ready for the best pose
A handful of roses to simulate the funeral of the heart
The past is null and void, when I've already passed away
Even the nightmare is still beautiful
Get ready to set up the bottom of the table to match your nobleness
Give me roses to come and participate in the funeral.
When I'm gone
Another life
Red Roses
Dreams that I can't wake up from
Red in the red threads of the house arrest
All the excitement is left in the pain of tiredness and indifference
When I hug you from behind, I expect to be in her face
That is a mockery of me.
Is happiness too light and heavy
Overuse, no itch, no pain, no ripe, red, empty pupils
Finally hollowed out, finally without end
What you can't get is always in commotion
What's favored is always insecure
The rose's red, easy to hurt the dream
Holding it in your hand, but losing it in your fingers.
And then it falls through
Red is the mole that burns the heart
Red is as banal as mosquito blood
Time embellishes the only fluttering and smoothes out the excitement
When I hugged you from the back I was looking forward to her face
To say that it is really a mockery that I don't quite get it and I hope that you get it
Is it that the lightness of the happiness is too heavy
Overuse doesn't itch and doesn't hurt
Rotten and red with empty pupils
Finally emptied out, finally with no end in sight
Those who can't get it will always be in commotion
The ones who are favored are emboldened
The red of roses are easy to hurt the dream
Holding it in your hands, but it's lost in the cracks of your fingers
And then it's gone down the drain
What is the point of saying that love is too heavy to be true? Is it true that love is too much
Overuse doesn't itch or hurt
Burning red with fire and snakes wrapped around the heart
Finally freezing finally without end
The ones who can't get it are always in commotion
The ones who are favored are all emboldened
Rose's red, easy-to-injure dream
Holding it in your hand but losing it between your fingers
It's a dream that can be easily injured
Holding it in your hand but losing it between your fingers
There are no more dreams in your life.
Those who can't get it are always in commotion
Those who are favored are all emboldened
The red of roses wounds the blossoming dream
Holding it in your hands but losing it in your fingers
And then falling through
The lyrics of these two songs are by Taiwanese lyricist Lee Cheuk-hung (Sun Yen-tse's mentor), and are based on Eileen Chang's novel, "The Red and the White Rose," and talks about his own Perhaps every man has had these two women, at least two.... Marrying a red rose, over time, the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one is still "bright moonlight in front of the bed"; marrying a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticking on the clothes, while the red one is a vermilion sand mole on the mouth of the heart", in the article, the male hero wanders between the two kinds of women, i.e., the red and white roses. The hero of the article wanders between two kinds of women, namely red rose and white rose, and finally chooses the white rose, and from the words we can see that Lee's personal view is also to choose the white rose.