Nocturne

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Singer: Jay Chou

Language: Mandarin

Album: November Chopin

Nocturne - Jay Chou

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan

Music: Jay Chou

A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to carrion

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I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face

Without you, love and hate begin to become clear

Without you, what else do I have to care about

Being a dove No longer a symbol of peace

I was finally reminded

The vultures feeding in the square

I used beautiful rhymes

to describe being Love that has been plundered

Ah, the dark clouds are beginning to obscure the darkness of the night

The echoes of the funeral in the park are flying all over the sky

White roses for you

The crows are eerily quiet on the branches

Listen quietly to my black coat

I want to warm your increasingly cold heart Memories

The life I have passed

Ah, there is mist all around

I am in the empty cemetery

I still love after I grow old You

Play Chopin’s Nocturne for you

In memory of my dead love

A voice like the night wind

Heartbroken It sounds very good

My hands are very gentle on the keyboard

My thoughts are very careful

The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld

For you Playing Chopin's Nocturne

In memory of my dead love

And I hide my name for you

Playing the piano under the moonlight

My heart beats for you The feeling

Still so warm and close

I miss your bright red lip prints

Those dragonflies with broken wings are scattered in this forest

And my eyes have no sympathy at all

My tears are cloudy after losing you

Even my smile has a shadow after losing you

The wind blows on the moss-covered roof

Laughing at my sadness

Like a dry well without water

I use poignant fonts

to describe the regretful moments Love

Play Chopin’s Nocturne for you

In memory of my dead love

A voice like the night wind

Heartbroken It sounds very good

My hands are very gentle on the keyboard

My thoughts are very careful

The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld

For you Play Chopin's Nocturne

In memory of my dead love

And I play the piano under the moonlight incognito for you

The feeling of your heartbeat is still so warm and close

I miss your bright red lip prints

A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to the carrion

I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face

What else can I care about after losing you

When doves no longer symbolize peace

I was finally reminded

The vultures are feeding in the square

I use beautiful rhymes

to describe love that has been plundered