Composer: Jay Chou (周杰伦)
Lyricist: Vincent Fang (方文山)
lán tíng líntiè xíngshū rú xíngyúnliúshuǐ
兰亭临帖行书如行云流水
yuè xià mén tuī xīnxì rú nǐ jiǎobù suì
月下门推心细如你脚步碎
mángbudié qiānnián bēi yì tuò què nán tuò nǐ de měi
忙不迭千年碑易拓却难拓你的美
zhēnjì jué zhēnxīn néng gěi shéi
真迹绝真心能给谁
mùdí héng chuī huángjiǔ xiǎocài yòu jǐ dié
牧笛横吹黄酒小菜又几碟
xīyáng yúhuī rú nǐ de xiūquè sì zuì
夕
阳余晖如你的羞怯似醉
móběn yì xiě ér mò xiāng bù tuì yǔ nǐ gòng liú yúwèi
摹本
易写而墨香不退与你共留余味
yī háng zhūshā dàodǐ juàn liao shéi
一行朱砂到底圈了谁
-REFF-
wúguān fēngyuè wǒ tí xù děng nǐ huí
无关风月我题序等你回
xuán bǐ yījué nà ànbiān làng qiān dié
悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
qíng zì hé jiě zěn luòbǐ dōu bùduì
情字何
解怎落笔都不对
ér wǒ dúquē nǐ yīshēng de liǎojiě
而我独缺你一生的了解
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wúguān fēngyuè wǒ tí xù děng nǐ huí
无关风月我题序等你回
xuán bǐ yījué nà ànbiān làng qiān dié
悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
qíng zì hé jiě zěn luòbǐ dōu bùduì
情字何
解怎落笔都不对
ér wǒ dúquē nǐ yīshēng de liǎojiě
而我独缺你一生的了解
wúguān fēngyuè wǒ tí xù děng nǐ huí
无关风月我题序等你回
xuán bǐ yījué nà ànbiān làng qiān dié
悬笔一绝那岸边浪千叠
qíng zì hé jiě zěn luòbǐ dōu bùduì
情字何
解怎落笔都不对
dúquē nǐ yīshēng liǎojiě
独缺你一生了解
tánzhǐ suìyuè qīngchéng qǐngkè jiān yānmiè
弹指岁月倾城顷刻间湮灭
qīngshíbǎn jiē huí móu yī xiào nǐ wǎnyuē
青石板街回眸一笑你婉约
hèn le méi nǐ yáotóu qīng tàn shéi ràng nǐ cù zhe méi
恨了没你摇头轻叹谁让你蹙着眉
ér shēnguī túliú yānzhī wèi
而
深闺徒留胭脂味
rén yàn nán fēi zhuǎnshēn yī piē nǐ qín lèi
人雁南飞转身一瞥你噙
泪
jū yī bǎ yuè shǒu lǎn huíyì zěnme shuì
掬一把月手揽回忆怎么睡
yòu zěnme huì xīnshi mì féng xiùhuāxié zhēn zhēn yuànduì
又怎么会心事密缝绣花鞋针针怨怼
ruò huā yuàn dié nǐ huì yuàn zhe shéi
若花怨蝶你会怨着谁
Repeat Reff
wúguān fēngyuè wǒ tí xù děng nǐ huí
无关风月我题序等你回
shǒushū wúkuì wú jù rénjiān shìfēi
手书无愧无惧人间是非
yǔ dǎ jiāo yè yòu xiāoxiāo le jǐ yè
雨
打蕉叶又潇潇了几夜
wǒ děng chūnléi lái tíxǐng nǐ ài shéi
我等春雷来提醒你爱谁
Practising calligraphy after a model in Lan Ting
A semi-cursive script is like a natural and flowing style of writing
Under the moon the door is pushed
Careful like your fragmented steps
Hastily
It's easy to transfer a thousand year stone tablet yet it's hard to transfer your beauty
The authentic calligraphy has disappeared
Who can I give my sincerity to?
Playing the flute
A few dishes of yellow wine and small appetizers
The last rays of light from the setting sun
It's like your shyness, blushing as if drunk
A copy is easy to write
But the fragrance of the ink does not subside and the aftertaste remains together with you
A line of red ink
In the end who is surrounded by it?
It has nothing to do with the different seasons of the year
I wait for you to come back as I write my preface
My pen hangs
There are thousands of waves at that shore
What do these words of love mean?
No matter how I write them down it's wrong
And all I'm lacking
Is the understanding of your whole life
Time zips by
In a space of a moment the beauty is extinguished
On the green stoned street
You smile with a glance back, you're graceful
Is there hate?
You shake your head and sigh, who's made you frown?
And at the women's chambers
The taste of rouge is left behind
People and swallows fly to the South
Turning around I get a glimpse of your tears
Holding the moon with both hands
How can you sleep holding onto the memories?
And how will
Things on your mind be tightly sewn into embroidered flower shoes, each stroke of the needle is of resentment
If the flower resents the butterfly
Who will you resent?
It has nothing to do with the different seasons of the year
I wait for you to come back as I write my preface
My pen hangs
There are thousands of waves at that shore
What do these words of love mean?
No matter how I write them down it's wrong
And all I'm lacking
Is the understanding of your whole life
It has nothing to do with the different seasons of the year
I wait for you to come back as I write my preface
Books are without compunction
They have no fear of the right and wrong of the world
The rain beats down on the banana leaves
It's been drizzly for a few nights
I'm waiting for Spring thunder
To remind you of who you love
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