What are the song titles and lyrics in Jay Chou s copy in the dream?

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When the ancient civilization was left with only an incomprehensible language, the legend became an immortal poem - love before the AD.

How many people are working hard for their lives and bravely going on - Daoxiang.

Next to the candy is the sweetness that I would love to remember - the Peninsula Tin Box.

The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year of birth - sunny day.

Quietly and silently left, caught on the brink of danger, baby - tornado.

Wake up from a dream Who is on the windowsill to open the ending - thousands of miles away.

Let's roll over the souls of the orcs and put away the cruelty - the half-orcs.

Whose hooves are crazy My uniform-chrysanthemum platform.

Azure waiting for smoke and rain and I'm waiting for you The moonlight is salvaged - blue and white porcelain.

Play Chopin's nocturne for you.

I want to hold your hand like this and not let go - simple love.

I'm going to climb up step by step - snails.

I want to blow the wind, I want to be free, I want to hold hands together - the code.

The old time that disappeared 1943 is on the road of memory, time becomes better and slower Old Neighborhood Alley - Shanghai 1943.

A pot of wandering wandering is difficult to enter the throat, and after you leave, the wine is warm, and the memories are thin, and the east wind is broken.

An old yellow lamp is silent next to time - back in time.

I still remember that year, on a rainy day, when I was seven years old, I hid in the eaves of the house - my grandfather made tea.

It rained all night and my love overflowed like rain – seven mile incense.

In the smoke of gunfire, I think of the smell of popsicles and soda and those young people who have done nothing all summer - the final battle.

You don't have to ask how strong this first place is, someone must challenge you - the second class of the third year.

You raise your hand, you look up, you say I choose me, I choose me -- Mr. Magic.

Dream wakes up - thousands of miles away.

I opened the --- Dragon Fist with my right fist.

Like a blow of wind -- a code.

In the smoke of gunfire - the final battle.

Quietly - tornadoes.

The Man Who Practices Martial Arts - Nunchucks.

It rained all night -- Nanachi.

When the ancient civilization was left with only an incomprehensible language, the legend became an immortal poem-love, before the Common Era, how many people were working hard for their lives and bravely going on -- the fragrance of rice next to the candy was the sweetness that I wanted to remember -- the little yellow flower of the story of the peninsula iron box has been floating since the year of birth -- the sunny day quietly and silently left, and fell into the brink of dangerbaby -- waking up from a tornado dream Who is on the windowsill to open the ending -- thousands of miles away, let the soul of the half-orcs roll and put away the cruelty -- the half-orcs whose hooves are crazy I'm dressed in a military costume - chrysanthemum terrace, azure waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you The moonlight is salvaged - blue and white porcelain plays Chopin's nocturne for you - Nocturne, I want to hold your hand like this and don't let go - simple love, I want to climb up step by step - snails want to blow the wind I want to be free I want to hold hands together - the old time when the code disappeared 1943 on the road of memories Time becomes slower Old Neighborhood Alley - Shanghai 19431 pot wandering the end of the world is difficult to enter the throat after you leave, the wine is warm, memories miss thin - The east wind broke a yellow old lamp, and time was silent next to me - Back to the past, I still remember that year On a rainy day, the seven-year-old me hid in the eaves - Grandpa's tea made rained all night long, and my love overflowed like rain - Qili Xiang remembered the smell of popsicles and soda in the smoke of gunpowder and those young people who had nothing to do all summer - the final battle, how strong is this first place, no need to ask, someone must challenge you - the second class of the third year, you raise your hand, you look up, you say I choose, I choose me - Mr. Magic.

Dream wakes up - thousands of miles away.

I opened the --- Dragon Fist with my right fist.

Like a blow of wind -- a code.

In the smoke of gunfire - the final battle.

Quietly - tornadoes.

The Man Who Practices Martial Arts - Nunchucks.

It rained all night -- what's wrong with Qilixiang, you're tired, what about the happiness you said--- what about the happiness you said about the promise of growing up together--- dandelion's agreement to turn around and leave, you have something you can't say --- Coral Sea.

You can ask Jay Chou about it.

When the ancient civilization was left with only an incomprehensible language, the legend became an immortal poem-love, before the Common Era, how many people were working hard for their lives and bravely going on -- the fragrance of rice next to the candy was the sweetness that I wanted to remember -- the little yellow flower of the story of the peninsula iron box has been floating since the year of birth -- the sunny day quietly and silently left, and fell into the brink of dangerbaby -- waking up from a tornado dream Who is on the windowsill to open the ending -- thousands of miles away, let the soul of the half-orcs roll and put away the cruelty -- the half-orcs whose hooves are crazy I'm dressed in a military costume - chrysanthemum terrace, azure waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you The moonlight is salvaged - blue and white porcelain plays Chopin's nocturne for you - Nocturne, I want to hold your hand like this and don't let go - simple love, I want to climb up step by step - snails want to blow the wind I want to be free I want to hold hands together - the old time when the code disappeared 1943 on the road of memories Time becomes slower Old Neighborhood Alley - Shanghai 19431 pot wandering the end of the world is difficult to enter the throat after you leave, the wine is warm, memories miss thin - The east wind broke a yellow old lamp, and time was silent next to me - Back to the past, I still remember that year On a rainy day, the seven-year-old me hid in the eaves - Grandpa's tea made rained all night long, and my love overflowed like rain - Qili Xiang remembered the smell of popsicles and soda in the smoke of gunpowder and those young people who had nothing to do all summer - the final battle, how strong is this first place, no need to ask, someone must challenge you - the second class of the third year, you raise your hand, you look up, you say I choose, I choose me - Mr. Magic.

Wake up from a dream -- Thousands of miles away, I opened the --- Dragon Fist with my right fist.

Like a wind -- a secret cry in the smoke -- the final battle is silent -- a tornado.

The Man Who Practices Martial Arts - Nunchucks.

It rained all night -- Nanachi.

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