Jay Chou

A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by carrion.

I looked at the lonely scenery with a straight face.

Losing your love begins to become clear.

No, what do you care?

Pigeons no longer symbolize peace.

Someone finally reminded me that I am a slave now.

I use beautiful rhymes to describe the plundered love.

ah

I should hide here. The night is unclean.

And give you memories all night, occupying the stars all over the sky.

The white rose for you withered in the pure black flower season.

At midnight, the branches were strangely quiet.

Listen to my black coat. I like mine.

The life that ghosts lead.

Ah, it's foggy all around

I'm in an empty cemetery.

I still love you when I am old.

Serenade Chopin for you

In memory of my dead lover

Sounds like the night wind.

heartbreaking

Tap the piano on the keyboard with your hand.

I think you think too carefully.

You are where you are buried.

Serenade Chopin for you

In memory of my dead lover

I hid my name for you.

Play the piano in the moonlight

The feeling of your heartbeat

Still so warm and intimate

Miss your bright red lip prints

Those broken-winged dragonflies are scattered in this forest.

I have no sympathy in my eyes.

Losing your tears is cloudy and heartless.

I can't even smile without you.

I stood on the roof with anticipation.

Laugh at my sadness

Like a dry well without water.

I have exhausted my confidence.

I regret waiting for love.

Serenade Chopin for you

In memory of my dead lover

Sounds like the night wind.

heartbreaking

Tap the piano on the keyboard with your hand.

I think you think too carefully.

You are where you are buried.

//Serenade Chopin for you

In memory of my dead love//

I hid my name for you.

Play the piano in the moonlight

The feeling of your heartbeat

Still so warm and intimate

Miss your bright red lip prints

A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by carrion.

I looked at the lonely scenery with a straight face.

Losing your love begins to become clear.

No, what do you care?

Pigeons no longer symbolize peace.

Someone finally reminded me that I am a slave now.

I use beautiful rhymes to describe the plundered love.