Who can write a short message with Jay Chou's songs?

Coral seaside flowers bloom with Qilixiang.

It's a lovely woman's maltose.

The general sang to stop the trauma of war.

Instruct the little blacksmith in Milan

My heart still haunts you.

As sweet as grandpa's tea.

The night echo under your finger.

That's the sorrow of love before BC ~

Just sing an answer.

I hope you can hear me.

Love is as high as a cliff.

I'm willing to dance for you.

A song is like snow.

I can't talk, but I want you.

Although her eyelashes are upturned

Not as good as your smile.

There is a blue storm in William Castle.

The old Indian turtledove is making noise

I should not care about black humor.

I want to go back in time.

Willing to endure the pain of missing and splitting.

I just want to connect the broken string.

The song of the lamella was repeatedly sung by the tornado.

That's the sorrow of love before BC ~

I just want simple love]

I really don't want you to get hurt.

Sadness under siege

No more dancing in spring and autumn

The garden party broke up too quickly.

Love that can't stay even in sunny days.

The helplessness of fighting between trapped animals

You left your journey to the south.

Leave a black sweater

I wander alone

Rap:

There is your smile in the romantic mobile phone.

This is my fault.

Silence hurts you and I don't know.

Is it important to continue the same tune along the previous track?

All I know is that my site was missed, and even going to Shanghai 1943 became boring.

I lost the beauty of you and the maple leaf.

The ninja in Class Two, Grade Three is laughing.

Orcs have the courage to take back their train seats and lose their looks.

I can't even say I'm sorry.

Is it funny that the excuse is exposed?

Stranded love, you give up running away

I don't want to be a coward. Everyone knows that.

It also knows the clock in the opposite direction in the iron box of the peninsula on the balcony.

Knowing that I don't love you, I just can't take you to Istanbul.

Perfectionism buried love.

I have no right to call that "lady"

There are fewer and fewer sunny days.

Last fight, matador, it's time for a break.

Put down nunchakus and pray for me in the name of my father.

Huo Yuanjia's dragon fist can't beat grandma's double knife.

Dad, I'm home. Can you teach me two tricks?

You can coax her back.

Let miss no longer wander, loneliness no longer shout ~