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Chapter 7 of 0 1 night 02 Listen to your mother's words 03 thousand miles away 04 Compendium of Materia Medica 05 Stand back 06 Red Imitation 07 Heart Rain 08 White Windmill 09 Rosemary 10 Chrysanthemum Table
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0 1 Eyes of Little Zombie O2 Holmes+Many classic songs ` ~ ~ (buy genuine)
Here are the tracks and lyrics
1. The seventh chapter of the night: Huang Junlang Qu: Jay Chou
Chapter 7 on a sunny December night in an alley in 1983
The typewriter continued to push the next line close to the truth.
The fog of heather pipe floated to the withered tree and cried to me silently.
The badge of iris on the arm of the armored knight in the circular square next to Baker Street is slightly bright.
The sound of unmanned carriage makes a late-night visit to evil, and the bloody opening in the moonlight of Victoria.
The disappearing hand gun, blackened cane, melted wax figure, the illusion of symbols on the jewelry box who was not present.
Contradictions lead to the dead alley evidence he piled up, which is perfectly buried, and the corners of his mouth that mock the Scottish police yard rise.
If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement (then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy)
I'll write its ending with my own hands (then I'll light the light in the ashes)
The morning light dries the last sadness (then raindrops will wash away the dark high walls)
Black ink is dyed serenely (the lights are turned off and the red curtain is lowered)
The truth can only be worn to the soil without footprints, the subtle fragrance of flowers, and the clothes that are deliberately conspicuous.
Everyone wears a mask to lie for different reasons, and there is only one name for the motive, which is called desire.
Farfartherfarther crosses the swamp of human nature. Who can really not be dirty?
We can forget and forgive, but we must know the truth.
The last picture 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 name of the murderer. I turned around and the night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.
Blossoming gorgeous death in my chest, I taste this last sweet truth.
Smiling and remembering justice is just quietly playing the violin in the Times.
RE.
2. Listen to your mother's words: Jay Chou Qu: Jay Chou
Children, do you have a lot of question marks? Why are others reading comics there while I am learning to draw and talking to the piano?
While others are playing games, I lean against the wall and recite my ABC.
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 grew up, I began to understand why I ran faster and flew higher than others.
In the future, everyone will read all the cartoons I drew and sing all the songs I wrote.
Mom's hard work won't let you see the warm recipes in her heart.
When you are free, hold her hand more often and sleepwalk hand in hand.
Listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt. You want to grow up quickly to protect her.
Beautiful white hair germinates in happiness, angel's magic is warm and kind.
In your future, music is your trump card. Have a love affair with your trump card. Well, I don't want to teach you bad.
Listen to your mother and fall in love later. I know your future, but my mother knows better than me.
You will start to write things like other students in your schoolbag, but I suggest you write about your mother. I will study hard.
How can you say from my mouth 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 will meet Chow Yun Fat, so you can show off the gambler to your classmates that the future will be your father.
I can't find the love letter I wrote in my childhood. Don't give it away after you finish it, because you will find it on the playground in a couple of days.
You will start to like pop songs because Jacky Cheung is ready to sing goodbye.
RE.
3. Words thousands of miles away: vincent fang Qu: Jay Chou
The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and I wait for Yan to return.
Time is scheduled to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.
The story can't be separated from the fog outside the city and the dialogue can't be seen clearly.
You can't hear the wind doesn't exist. I'm feeling it.
Who wakes up from a dream and opens the ending on the windowsill? The future as thin as cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
I'll send you away thousands of miles away. Your silent black-and-white silent age may not be too far away from love.
I send you away from the end of the world, are you still playing the piano? It's hard to guess whether you will live or die and wait for it all your life.
When I heard the tears, I went into the forest to look for pear blossoms. I had to walk in a blue sky. It rained outside the mountain, and my temples were gray (I'll wait for you)
A glass is white and transparent with dust and your flawless love.
You came from the rain and poeticized the sadness. I got wet now.
The hibiscus is still there, but you don't come back.
Covered by years, the flowers you said have gone blank.
RE.
4. Compendium of Materia Medica: vincent fang Qu: Jay Chou
If Huatuo worships foreign countries and learns Chinese characters, it will inspire my national consciousness.
Semen Strychni, Semen Cassiae, Fructus Xanthii and lotus seeds, Dioscorea alopecuroides, Fructus Toosendan, I want to save face.
Rewrite a history in my way. Nothing else. Read a few words after me.
Yam, angelica and wolfberry go, yam, angelica and wolfberry go
Watch me grab a handful of Chinese medicine and take the next pride.
I dance with a leisurely expression and a relaxed movement. You can't learn.
The neon signs are adjusted and waiting to wake up in the gorgeous city.
My expression is leisurely, and I probably spread it in calligraphy books.
Heroic wave block letters to punch the dialogue ending and lie down to see who is good.
What Dan is trained and what pills are kneaded into? Slices of velvet antler should not be too thin. The old master's technique should not be copied like this.
Guiling ointment, Yunnan Baiyao and Cordyceps sinensis, their own music, and their own medicines are just right.
Listen to me, copying Chinese medicine should be more bitter. Open the compendium of materia medica quickly and read more good books.
The toad, the moth and the earthworm have crossed the rivers and lakes, and we must not lose the hard work of these ancestors.
That's the light, that's the light. Sing together, that's the light, that's the light. HEY
Let me adjust a folk prescription to treat the internal injury of your obsequiousness. The Chinese side, which has been rooted for thousands of years, has power that others don't know.
RE.
Squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat.
Squatting little zombies, drilling radish pits and squatting little zombies, chanting spells, huh
5. Back words: Devon Qu: Jay Chou
The sky is as gray as crying, and there is no freedom after leaving you.
The sour air sniffs out our distance, and the end of the cone is like breathing.
The yellow diary in the drawer drained the memories, and the smile was summer.
Your past and mine are forgotten clockwise, and the love after lack of oxygen is unnecessary.
I know neither you nor I are wrong, but I forgot how to back off.
Promises were made, but time lost them.
I know we're all right, but it's better to let go.
The most beautiful love memories to be continued.
6. Red Imitation Word: Jay Chou Qu: Jay Chou
Jupao: er ~ who taught you guitar? Jay: er ~ I was born with a ju pao: er ~P
Vincent fang knows best whether Chinese songs are good or bad.
From Niangzi singing to nunchaku answer straight to hair like snow, there has always been a variety of styles that love Chinese style alone.
I insist on style, I live in my world, and no one can get a word in.
It's my nature to play devil's advocate, and surprise is my personality.
Even if I stand on the top of the mountain, I am just a civilian.
But there will be two empty spaces on my shoulders, that is, courage and perseverance.
I want to be the emperor in music. Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum.
It takes no effort to go downhill. Others have paved the way for you, but I chose to go uphill because my name is conceit.
Modesty and hypocrisy are only one word apart, and sometimes they are a little confusing because I like who I really am.
I can't retreat because it's not green leaves. If it's just embellishment, I'd like to be a bright moon.
The grass waits for the wind to blow, without relying on your back. If it will be dark, I will invite the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
Why do I write this song? I can't find the motivation yet, but you will feel more meaningful if you listen carefully.
If you are afraid of the future and your eyes are foggy, it's because you haven't cleaned your glasses.
Go on bravely, this song will accompany you forward.
I often wonder why there is only one sun in the universe and why I have so many shadows.
It's a good thing to conquer illusion, and it's a virtue to admire friends who like to imitate like me.
But walking behind me, I'm worried that others will look down on you, and in the end, it's just one busy person after another.
Is this encouragement too direct and ironic? Are you listening to what the teacher is saying?
I'm telling you, being yourself is better than being too tight. The biggest enemy is your inner self.
RE.
7. Xinyu Ci: vincent fang Qu; Jay Chou
The green leaves of the oak tree and the white bamboo fence really want to tell me. She looks like a painting here.
Last year's Christmas card, I was still playing dumb without her in the mirror.
We agreed to make scented tea for me and learn to set a knife and fork. The empty house in the student dormitory was guarding the phone but could not wait for her.
The rain in my heart can't wet her hair.
Tears dizzy the care on the postcard. There was no time difference between the sadness and the 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 word: Jay Chou song: Jay Chou
The white windmill turns quietly, and the real feeling is as far away as a dream
Sweet seawater, complicated tears, watching you hold my hand with a smirk.
There is no end to the dream, so let's just walk here, because I don't want to finish this happiness too soon.
Unfortunately, there is no blessing, but loving you is not lonely and won't make you cry again.
I'll carry you to the end. Can you not look back? You hug me tightly and say you don't need commitment.
You said I would be more free if I was 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 will I hold hands and come to the end later?
You said you shouldn't meet again just for an instant. Thank you for letting me hear you because I'm waiting forever.
9. Rosemary Word: vincent fang Qu: Jay Chou
Your mouth is slightly upturned. It's hopelessly sexy.
I can't imagine such a heartbeat. You want everything.
Soft drinks, rising bubbles, I'll drink all of your preferences in a bottle.
The most important thing here is excitement. You are sensational and give hugs.
The candle was burning and there was a certain emotional appeal. The eyes were out of focus for a few seconds.
About your dance, you can't stand the lazy twisting of your waist
Your smile fluttering in the wind smells like rosemary, and your coquetry with mint flavor sends me a signal of love.
You are graceful like a cat, moving lightly around the sweetness of love and fermenting ambiguity just right.
RAP:
Your mouth is slightly upturned. It's hopelessly sexy.
I can't imagine such a heartbeat. You want everything.
Your lipstick is bright to please a 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. Juhuatai Ci: vincent fang Qu: Jay Chou
Your tears are weak and hurt, and the pale moon bends and hooks the past.
The night is too long to condense into frost. Who is the cold despair in the attic?
The rain gently bounced on the scarlet window, and my life was blown by the wind on the paper.
Dreams turn into a wisp of incense in the distance, and your appearance drifts with the wind.
Chrysanthemum residue all over the floor hurts your smile, and it's yellow, and it's heartbreaking, and my heart is dripping quietly.
The north wind is chaotic in night is still young, and your shadow is constantly cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake.
Flowers have fallen to the night, and the fate of the brilliant and withered world is unbearable.
Don't worry about crossing the river and splitting the autumn heart in half, for fear that you won't be able to get ashore and shake for life.
Whose hooves are crazy, and my uniform is roaring through the vicissitudes of life.
It's a little bright, and you sigh softly all night, so euphemistically.
Jay Chou's personal profile
Real name: Jay Chou
Native: Taiwan Province.
English name: Jay Chou
Date of birth:1979-01-18
Place of birth: Taiwan Province.
Height: 173cm
Body weight: 60kg
Blood type: o
Constellation: Capricorn
Calendar: Tamkang Middle School Music Department
Specialists: writing songs, writing lyrics and playing ball games.
Specialized musical instruments: piano, cello, guitar, jazz drum.
Music type: R&; B
Movement: basketball
The mantra: don't be a dick.
The biggest advantage: strong songwriting ability, and a new musician of E generation.
The biggest shortcoming: shy and soft-hearted.
The biggest wish: to travel to every corner of the world.
Favorite items: cap, all kinds of musical instruments.
Calendar: Tamkang Middle School Chorus piano accompaniment, public viewing-thyme fried fish (unit drama), street music performer (role), TVBS-G Super Newcomer King runner-up of the year.
Family status: (the only child in the family) father (physics teacher), mother (middle school art teacher)
Friends in the circle: Show Lo (piggy), Liu Genghong.
Childhood dream: to be Bruce Lee.
First love: students in the next class in junior high school
Like girl type: long hair, oval face, single phoenix eye (classical beauty)
Best creative partner: vincent fang.
Dearest people: grandma, mom and dad
Favorite movie: any cartoon movie in Miyazaki Hayao.
Hobbies: writing songs, watching movies, playing basketball and playing video games.
Specialized musical instruments: piano, cello, guitar, jazz drum.
Favorite sports: basketball, fitness, practicing nunchakus.
Favorite items: cap, various musical instruments, black music, silverware, chewing gum.
Collecting hobbies: sneakers and hats
Favorite music: R&; B，HIP-HOP
Actually, I like all kinds of songs.
Favorite clothes: natural, comfortable, HIP-HOP
(simple T-SHIRT with shorts)
Favorite color: blue
Favorite food: fried chicken, chicken chops and chicken-related things.
(especially the Swiss chicken wing in Hong Kong Taiping Museum), (Kende chicken hometown chicken), and I also like to drink sweet drinks.
Favorite musicians: Chopin, Lester, Yo-Yo Ma.
Favorite actor: Jet Li.
Favorite basketball star: MICHEAL JORDAN
Favorite singer: USHER, BABYFACE
Best place to think: France feels romantic, but I want to try Shanghai or Beijing if I have the chance.
Take a long-distance train to Inner Mongolia or Xinjiang and feel the varied scenery.
——— Jay Chou's latest album in 2005: <; 1 1 Chopin >
The latest album in 2006: <; Still Fan Texi >
In my poor disc market, finding a Melbourne scene of Eagles has brought a touch to the ordinary life. The old men once again picked up familiar musical instruments and sang for hours in high spirits. The classic melody and their temperament were really refreshing. What else do we have to say about these old people? It's really what we need to repeat the classics, change the classics and renovate the decades-old books. A new record is far less enjoyable than these decades-old songs. Singing and playing heartily is the root of ecstasy.