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This is one of Jay Chou's favorite song.
The rhythm has a sense of ironic in its tone
so youthful and original.（Just compare with Andy lau's lame songs）
The lyric is also profound in its meaning

Album: November's Chopin 2005
Song Title: Nocturne (夜曲)
Composer: Jay Chou (周杰伦)
Lyricist: Vinchent Fang (方文山)
Singer: Jay Chou (周杰伦)


③ A group of blood-lust ants
They are attracted by rotten meats
I showed no expressions
Watching the lonely scenery
Lost you, love and hatred start to become distinct from one another
Lost you, what else should I care?
The doves no longer represent peace, I'm finally being reminded
The birds that you're feeding on the square are condors
I'm using beautiful rhymes to describe a love that's being rifled to empty

Ah~ the dark clouds start to cover the sky up, the night sky is not clean
The echoes of funeral in the park are flying around in the air
The white roses I gave you are withering away in the pure black environment
The crows on the tree branches are weirdly silent
Listen silently to my black coat
I want to warm up your memories that are gradually getting cold
The life that we've been walking through and walking through
Ah~ the mist is surrounding the place, I'm in a spacious graveyard
I'll still love when I'm old

① I'm playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
In memory of my deadly love
Night gale like sounds
Heart broken but sounds very good
Hands are knocking lightly on the keyboard
I carefully thought about you
The place where you are buried is called The Nether World

② I'm playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
In memory of my deadly love
And I hide my surname and bury my name for you
Playing the piano under the moonlight
Your heartbeats to me
Are still so warm and close
I miss your crimson lips

Those dragonflies without wings
Are falling on this forest
And my eyes have no slight of empathy
Lost you, the tears becomes turbid and unclear
Lost you, even my smiles have shadows underneath it
The wind is laughing at my sadness on top of a roof full of moss
Like a dried well without water
I'm using sadly beautiful font
To draw that regrettable love

Repeat ①, ②, ③

(c) 2005 by Jay Chou. All Right Reserved