The Cantonese song "Yellow Race" sung by Nicholas Tse is called "Yellow"

"Yellow" is a song in the album "Huang, Feng" by singer Nicholas Tse. This is a Cantonese song. "Yellow" is the Mandarin song "Yellow Race" in the album. It has the same music and similar lyrics.

Chinese name: Huang

Album: "Huang·Feng"

Release time: 2005-01-06

Original song Singer: Nicholas Tse

Lyrics: Stephen Chow, Nicholas Tse

Music composed by: Nicholas Tse, Sun Wai-ming

Lyrics:

The yellow mud gushes out of a certain This kind of energy is refined into the earth, and we have to brave it

The Yellow Spring derives five thousand kinds of Tai Chi and gathers them into destiny, which is called the East

When a certain kind of idol is carved out of brass, it becomes a great event in my heart

Five thousand kinds of beautiful things grow out of the yellow skin, and now it makes me sweat

It is up to me to get a fire from the wish and make it prosperous

The Capital of Yama I don’t dare to stand in the way, even if the generations are too turbulent

The world is changing and I have to be brave enough to brave it

It turns out that the yellow in mind and body wants to be arrogant and has been waiting for me to play this yellow for the ages.

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Huang Lian blooms a certain kind of story, translated into two words, it is called hope

Yellow skin grows five thousand kinds of justice, and now it makes me sweat

It’s up to me to make a fire from the desire to make it prosperous

King Yama doesn’t dare to stop even if the generation is too turbulent

A thousand kinds of madness in the world will change more and more. Dare to break out

It turns out that the yellow faces of the body and mind have been waiting for me to play this yellow face for eternity

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There is no place in the world where you can’t see yellow faces

Bright red blood is flowing among 1.3 billion people

You say this is my anger, I say this is my attitude

Only we, China, can move forward bravely regardless of our own safety People

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The yellow lotus blooms into a certain kind of story, translated into two words, it is called hope

The yellow skin grows five thousand kinds of justice, and now let me come out Sweat

A thousand kinds of madness in yellow, I have my new weapons

Let me hold up the wind and waves in yellow and be my man