Jay's "Still Fan Texi" Full-body Poster

In 1983, the alley was sunny in December (1983: Jay Chou began to practice the piano [3]. )

Chapter 7 of the night

Typewriter continues to push to the next line that is close to the truth

The fog of heather pipe

Drift to the withered tree

Cry to me silently

The circular square beside Baker Street

The badge of iris on the arm of armored knight

The sound of unmanned carriage

Late night visit.

Who's not there

The illusion of symbols on the jewelry box

Contradictions lead to his dead alley

The evidence is perfectly buried

The corners of the mouth that mock the Scotland Yard play

Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement

(Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy)

Female voice: I will write its ending with my own hands. P > (Then the night rain will wash away the dark high wall)

Female voice: Black ink is dyed serenely

(The light of the show closes and the red curtain falls)

Facts can only be worn to the soil without footprints

Sudden subtle floral fragrance

deliberately conspicuous clothes

Everyone wears a mask to tell lies for different reasons

There is only one name for that. Adefafa

Crossing the swamp of human nature

Who can really stay clean

We can forget and forgive

But we must know the truth

The moved iron bed

The last picture is finally put together

I heard footsteps and expected soft leather heels

He pushed open the door and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while

The typewriter stopped at the name of the murderer. I turned around. P > I tasted this last sweet truth.

I smiled and recalled that justice was just a quiet development.

Violin was in The Times.

Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement,

(I heard footsteps expecting soft leather heels)

(He pushed open the door and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while)

Female voice: I will write it in my own hand. : black ink dyed with serenity

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement

Then I will write the last line of sadness in the morning and evening with my own hands

Black ink dyed with serenity.