That guy didn t look up to Jay Chou at first, and then he sang his lyrics

Peninsula Iron Box.

The hallway light is turned off and the bag is put away.

Walked to the window of the room and looked back at the book I just bought A book called the Peninsula Tin Box Piled up next to the bed Page 1 Page 6 Page 7 Preface I would never have imagined that you would have to leave with me to read this book No longer There is no longer No longer I can see the keyhole of the tin box I saw it rust for a long time A long, long time The dust on the periphery surrounded me It was so dark and dark I couldn't find the key to the tin box It was me who wanted to remember the sweetness But it filtered you and me Reduced to beauty It was you who sank in the box The happiness that gave me I really want to remember But I can't remember Why is this so You pulled me and said that you are a little hesitant Why is this The rain has not stopped and you are going to leave with an umbrella I'm used to not stopping you You'll come back after a while The love in my impression seems to be unable to withstand that time Why is this so You look at me and say that you have decided I can't hold you His hand should be warmer than mine The order of the tin box has become a diary It has become air and evolved into a memory The love in my impression It seems that it can't withstand that time So you abstain.

Are you looking for a Peninsula tin box?

Peninsula Iron Box. Turn off the hallway light, put the schoolbag, go to the room window and look out.

Think back to the book I just bought, one called Peninsula Tin Box.

There are a lot of piles on the side of the bed, page 1, page 6, page 7, preface.

I never imagined that you would have to leave with me reading this book.

No longer has no more to see now.

The keyhole of the tin box was shining through the light, and it had been rusting for a long time.

It's so old and it's old The dust from the outside surrounded me.

It's so dark, it's so dark, I can't find the key to the tin box.

Next to the candy is the sweetness that I want to remember.

However, you and I have been filtered and reduced to beauty.

What sinks in the box is the joy you give me.

I'd love to remember, but I can't.

Why is this so, you pull me and say you're hesitant.

Why is this like this, the rain hasn't stopped yet, and you have to leave with an umbrella.

I'm used to not stopping you, and after a while, you'll come back, and the love in my impression doesn't seem to be able to withstand that time.

Why do you look at me and say you've decided.

I can't hold you, his hand should be warmer than mine.

The preface of the tin box became a diary, it became air, it evolved into a memory, and the love in my impression seemed to be unable to withstand that time, so you abstained.

Peninsula Iron Box.

Alas, it was preempted.

I'm.

The little blacksmith of Milan ran all over the pastures and around the village, and he stood at the old newsstand on the corner of the street, staring at the window next door, a guitar, admiring it from afar, a basket of charcoal, charcoal all the time, half of the charcoal left, the stove was hot, the little blacksmith saved money to buy expectations, sweating, the streets of baroque buildings, a smoky tavern, Polish troubadours playing and singing, the little blacksmith outside the door, he couldn't get in, he was distressed, he still had too few copper plates, he really, really wanted to know (what was the tune of that ballad chord from Eastern Europe) The sky in Milan had just broken ( How many more guitars do you have to hit to buy it) He really really wants to know (he doesn't know what to do to fall asleep) He breaks the flutter (the little wish is almost fulfilled and he laughs).

Milan's little blacksmith - Jay Chou.

This wind chime is very close to the heartbeat.

The letter is still nostalgic for travel.

Passing by love is too young.

You are the scenery I want to go back to.

This parting is bottled as a secret.

This daisy is as beautiful as a verse.

And I'm waiting for your news in the wind.

Wait for the moonlight to fall on the snow, wait for the maple to dye the autumn and so on.

I relive the afternoon sun, with the guitar on my shoulder, as I did all those years ago, and we sing softly to go anywhere.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

Valentine's Day cards are handwritten forever.

Remember the Square Park performance together.

The candy store next to the campus is slightly sweet in memory.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

First love is the whole handwritten once upon a time.

Remember saying goodbye that fall.

When the romance has gone away.

I bury you deep in my heart.

The breeze needs a bamboo forest and the stream needs a dragonfly.

A nostalgic departure requires pieces of duckweed.

Remember the rainy season that year and remember the quiet of Ritter.

After crying, the decision is still possible.

I'm stupidly waiting, stupidly waiting for the spring flowers to bloom.

Waiting for the end is equal to waiting for the light and waiting for the love to come back.

Youth belongs to confession, and sunshine belongs to the windowsill.

And I think I belong to a future that owns you.

Rainbow on paper Clock drawn with sketches.

I'm still revising the memories of your smile.

How to describe it as the pain brewing of longing.

The neon night sky is a boom that I don't want.

Maybe go to the beach, maybe go and watch the sunset.

Maybe any place where you can think about your thoughts.

Mood in the café was tuned into an article.

Completely in love with your poetic transparent tears.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

Valentine's Day cards are handwritten forever.

Remember the Square Park performance together.

The candy store next to the campus is slightly sweet in memory.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

First love is the whole handwritten once upon a time.

Remember saying goodbye that fall.

When the romance has gone away.

I bury you deep in my heart.

I relive the afternoon sun, with the guitar on my shoulder, as I did all those years ago, and we sing softly to go anywhere.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

Valentine's Day cards are handwritten forever.

Remember the Square Park performance together.

The candy store next to the campus is slightly sweet in memory.

I look at your face and brush the chords.

First love is the whole handwritten once upon a time.

Remember saying goodbye that fall.

When the romance has gone away.

I bury you deep in my heart.

There are a few songs that are sung, Mai Haowei, perfectionism, you are my ok bandage, just remember these.

There is Jay Chou in perfectionism, and Jay Chou in I'm sorry.

Jay Chou's perfectionism, the first JAY's **.

Listen to his songs! I don't understand a word.

"I Believe So I Believe".

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan Composer: Jay Chou.

The flock of birds left the forest.

The whole sky was discouraged.

Butterflies are no longer attracted.

The roses bloomed quietly.

The wind and rain in the distance did not stop.

The city is pale and lonely.

Wandering helpless crowds.

Anxious about when it will be sunny.

The only thing that can be destroyed in the story is the landscape.

No one can destroy our dreams.

Meteors streaked across the sky by the quarter moon.

To whom should I explain my wishes?

Meteorites travel through the vastness of the universe.

Crystals in the bright night sky.

My prayers were finally answered.

"I Believe So I Believe".

It's you who are behind it.

Always walk side by side with me.

Look up at the sun rising.

I heard the sound of the birds coming back.

You are the one who waits for me.

It gave me unwavering confidence.

Hands play out of the dawn.

It turns out that love is so beautiful.