Appreciation of the lyrics of any of Jay Chou's songs.

Appreciation of the Lyrics in Chapter 7 of Night

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This song is a modern detective musical, composed by Jay Chou and written by Huang Junlang.

The melody of the whole song is exactly the same as that of Butterfly Ji. In fact, Jay Chou wrote the lyrics. It is estimated that Jay Chou is still reluctant to part with his intellectual property rights, and this time he applied melody to his new work.

This song is full of profound lyrics. Since its launch, this song has become the object of interest for Sherlock Holmes fans and Jay fans, and has become a treasure for textual research addicts to "dig deep". Knowing the background of the lyrics, there will be a feeling of "Ah … this song is much more suitable for use here than Butterfly Ji". Indeed, the lyricist Huang Junlang made great efforts to extract these exquisite words from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, but in fact he himself said in an interview that "I don't like writing songs".

Huang Junlang is a writer, born in poverty, and likes writing and painting. His works include this book, the second book, the third book and the fourth book under consideration. Even so, he, Fang Zhouzi and Jay Chou still form the "iron triangle" of the music circle.

And Fang Zhouzi have a deep friendship. They share the same lyric concept, but each has its own style. Fang Hung-chien's ci, found out separately, is a poem; Huang Junlang's ci, when singled out, is the condensation of a work.

This lyric has another feature: the surface is a story, the story after in-depth textual research, and the story after watching the MV. We have to admire the genius of the lyricist, or "inadvertently inserted into the shade." This also taught some listeners a "lesson"-as Holmes said, "Never guess". Guess means making mistakes.

The lyrics, like Jay Chou's previous songs, create a subjective atmosphere. The theme of this song is "Detective" and "Suspense". Although the name is not mentioned, it can be seen at a glance that this is a story about Sherlock Holmes. The words and sentences of this word follow closely the original Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, such as:

Chapter 7 The night typewriter continues to push the next line closer to the truth.

Typewriter: In the identity case, Holmes inferred that Wendy Bank was an angel through the incomplete "E" and "R" on the note typed by the typewriter;

Iris's badge is slightly brighter.

Iris badge: Iris (Jin Baihe, that is, Vetiveria zizanioides) is considered as a sacred object given to the French king by the angel of God, and the French royal family takes the iris badge as a symbol; Holmes has 1/4 French descent, and his grandmother is the sister of French artist Gilnei (Greek translator);

The illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes

On the jewelry box: a large number of Agra treasures in the four symbols are packed in a heavy box;

Illusion of symbols: the abuser of dancing villain doodles in the form of villain to convey information;

Laughing at Scotland Yard's rising corners of the mouth.

Holmes often laughs at the incompetence of Scotland Yard official detectives.

And so on, the words that can be linked to the original work are full of the whole song words. Not only will pure fans praise it, but it is also a great treasure for Holmes fans. Music itself is Sherlock Holmes' favorite. Obviously, the lyricist is paying tribute to Conan Doyle through this lyric.

(For a complete analysis of lyrics, please refer to Analysis ")

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Facing the seventh chapter

The typewriter continued to type the next line, with a deep ending.

Smell the fog on the cigarette butts.

Looking at the withered trees, the trees cried to me in panic.

Looking at the circular square.

Going home is just sad.

Badges in the moonlight are cool.

No one makes a sound, missing the north.

"The Devil in the Moonlight of Victoria" manuscript

The green ending meets your palm.

Who wasn't there when the ideal melted?

The illusion that the painting was damaged when it hung on the wall.

Contradictions led to the alley across the street from him

Strive for a perfect action

So manipulating this indictable crime is like

I wrote a magnificent and cruel movement.

I will write this ideal myself.

The morning light is dry and blows away the sadness.

Black ink burns incense.

☆ Lyrics: Rejuvenation

At this time, it can only be blown into the soil without footprints.

Sudden nihilistic fantasies may not be credible.

Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.

Until tonight, there is only one name, and that is desire.

further

The artificial reality that transcends people's hearts cannot be polluted.

We can use simple necessity in the past.

Until the truth is moved.

The broken skylight is beyond normal until the last one.

I heard footsteps. This is the expected soft leather heel.

He pushed open the door, and the night wind was cool.

He listened to his name and I turned around.

When it went out, the night sky began to boil.

Rhododendrons are learning to bloom at night.

I tasted my last dream.

Looking back, it was just a quiet growth.

Violin walks along the Thames, breaking the fish step instantly.

I wrote a magnificent and cruel movement.

I will write this ideal myself.

Black ink burns incense.

If I write a gorgeous and cruel movement,

I will write this ideal myself.

The morning light is dry and blows away the sadness.

Black ink burns incense.