How do you evaluate Jay Chou s latest Chinese style The End of the World ?

This is a Chinese-style song that amazed me again after "Blue and White Porcelain", but unfortunately it is not popular.

This song has never fought the confession balloon,,, it is unreasonable, and the appreciation level of the Chinese people needs to be improved!!

inherited the characteristics of Dong Chou's previous Chinese style, and also expressed the consistent style of Dong Chou in Thursday, and the consistent Dong Chou filling in the words, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Personally, I think Jay Chou's latest Chinese style passerby song is still very good, because there are a lot of feelings expressed in this song, which makes people feel very good, it feels very good, and many people like it.

As the little king of pop, Jay Chou's style and lyrics are fresh and refined, and he has composed many Chinese-style songs. And the new song, the end of the world, the Chinese style is strong and very good.

Fang Wenshan's words will make people's eyes shine every time, coupled with Jay Chou's affectionate singing, so that a Jiangnan painting is presented in front of you. The small bridge and flowing water, the southern girl of the small jasper makes people look forward to the beauty.

Jay Chou's song Tianya Passerby is very good, and it is full of Chinese style, inheriting Chinese traditional culture, and it also makes a breakthrough in the song, and it also combines the characteristics of the times, so it is very good. <>

In fact, Jay Chou's new song is also my favorite style, because I like this Chinese-style song more, and the lyrics in it are also very well written, the rhythm is also very beautiful, and it sings the taste of our Chinese, so I still like this song.

I only like Jay Chou, a singer who sings pop **, and I will really always support him, this song is also very good, I quite like it. <>

This song is not bad, but it didn't catch fire.

Song Title: Passing by the End of the World, Singer: Jay Chou.

Words: Fang Wenshan, music: Jay Chou.

The wind rises and geese go south, the scenery is Xiaoxiao, and the yellow sand falls.

Sit alone and make a pot of tea, brew it all night, under the lamp.

You're miles away, at someone's house, thinking about him.

A stitch and a thread, embroidered with flowers, morning frost climbing the tile.

Shake off the frost, cold tea, and stroke the piano to have a conversation.

If you want to ask about the sound of the piano, when it first falls, I miss the window flowers outside the strings.

And you don't, nothing, the strings break.

The fate is over, you are gone, love and hate go up and down.

After the story, only I was left, and I was sad a few times.

The world knows everything, all into the wine, ask you if.

The heart is not here, something is missing, the strings are broken.

The fate is over, you are gone, you are a passerby.

Gentle to this, silent, arched bridge slope.

The waterfront wharf, who remembers, crosses the river flat boat.

I'm still hurting, before I turn around, who waves in the distance.

The ancient temple is surrounded by mountains, and after the fog clears, the north wind is high.

Meditation on my loneliness, Behind me, the wind howls.

The whistle is halfway up the mountainside, and you're in, which bridge.

Far away from him, smiling, reeds outside the pavilion.

The white expanse, the drizzle is gently blowing, and the autumn wind is blowing.

Put the pen down, can't draw, who is chic.

Affection, but short-lived, like.

In the pen of the Saumer, the fireworks, the strings are broken.

The fate is over, you are gone, love and hate rise and fall.

After the story, only I was left, and the bamboo in front of the door was thin.

The breeze breaks the willows, you have to go, the wind does not stop.

Why bother around, shaking the lamp, the strings break.

The fate is over, you are gone, you are a passerby.

Gentle to this, silent, light to the deep rope.

Hongchen let go, face, and ferry.

Drifting east from the shore, suddenly looking back, you are at the ferry port.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Arch bridge ramp, waterfront pier, who remembers.

Follow me on the ferry, drift from the shore to the east, and suddenly look back.

You're at the ferry port.

The end of the world. Words: Fang Wenshan.

Music: Jay Chou.

The wind rises and geese go south, the scenery is Xiaoxiao, and the yellow sand falls.

Sit alone and make a pot of tea, brew it all night, under the lamp.

You're miles away, at someone's house, thinking about him.

Stitches and threads are embroidered.

Morning Frost Climbing Daiwa Shake off the frost Cold tea.

Touching the piano wants to talk, wants to ask the sound of the piano at the beginning of the fall.

Outside the strings, I miss through the window flowers, and you don't have anything.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

The love-hate ups and downs of the story go through and leave me alone.

Several times of sorrow, the world is thorough, and they all enter the wine.

Ask if your heart isn't missing something.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Arch bridge ramp, waterfront pier, who remembers.

Crossing the river, I'm still injured, I'm about to turn back, who waves in the distance.

The ancient temple is surrounded by mountains, and after the fog clears, the north wind is high.

Meditation on my loneliness, Behind me, the wind howls.

The whistle is halfway up the mountainside, and you're in, which bridge.

Smile at him from afar.

The reed flowers outside the pavilion are white and vast, the drizzle is gently blowing, and the autumn wind is blowing.

Put the pen down, can't draw, who is chic.

Feelings are short-lived, like fireworks in the pen of a sassy inkman.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

The love-hate ups and downs of the story go through and leave me alone.

The bamboo in front of the door is thin, the breeze folds the willows, you have to go.

The wind doesn't stop, why bother to shake the lights.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Gently untie the deep cord, Hongchen let go and face.

Follow me to the ferry, drift from the shore to the east, and suddenly look back at you at the ferry port.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Arch bridge ramp, waterfront pier, who remembers.

Follow me to the ferry, drift from the shore to the east, and suddenly look back at you at the ferry port.

It's not out yet, just wait a few more days.

The song "Passing by the World" is composed by Jay Chou, written by Jay Chou, written by Fang Wenshan and directed by the MV, and is included in the 4th song in Jay Chou's 13th ** "Oops, Not Bad".

Lyrics: The wind rises and geese go south.

Jing Xiao Xiao falls on the yellow sand.

Sit alone and make a pot of tea.

Brew overnight under the lights.

You're miles away, at someone's house, thinking about him.

Stitch. Embroidered with flowers morning frost climbing tiles.

Shake off the frost and cold the tea.

Fuqin wants to talk.

I want to ask the sound of the piano is falling.

Outside the strings, I miss through the window flowers.

The strings are broken. When the fate is over, you are gone.

Love and hate go up and down. The story passes.

Only me. A few sorrows.

The world knows everything. All into the wine to ask you if.

The heart is not here. Something is missing.

The strings are broken. The fate is over.

You're gone, too. You're a passerby.

So gentle that it was silent.

Arch bridge slope. Waterfront Pier.

Who remembers the boat that crossed the river.

I'm still hurt. Before leaving, he turned back.

Who waved in the distance.

The ancient temple is surrounded by mountains.

The north wind is high after the fog clears.

Meditate on my loneliness.

The wind was howling behind me.

The sound of the flute is halfway up the mountain.

And which bridge are you on.

Far from him. Reed flowers outside the Smile Pavilion.

The white drizzle hit gently.

The autumn wind blew and put the pen down.

I can't draw who is chic.

Affection, but short-lived, like.

Fireworks from the pen of the Sausome Inkman.

The strings are broken. The fate is over.

You're gone, too. Love and hate go up and down.

The story passes. Only me.

Bamboo thin in front of the door. The breeze folds the willows.

You have to walk the wind and not stop.

Why bother. Shake the lights.

The strings are broken. The fate is over.

You're gone, too. You're a passerby.

Gentle to this. Silence and lightly untie the rope.

Red Dust lets go. Face the ferry with me.

Offshore flows eastward. Suddenly looking back.

You're at the ferry port.

The strings are broken. When the fate is over, you are gone.

You're a passerby. Gentle to this.

Silenced the arch bridge slope.

Waterfront Pier. Who remembers to ferry with me.

Offshore flows eastward. Suddenly looking back.

You're at the ferry port.

The MV is directed by Fang Wenshan, which is Fang Wenshan's second Chinese-style MV shooting highlight after directing the MV of "Orchid Pavilion Preface".

4) The MV of the song, using the image to interpret his own ** creation.

The MV specially came to Xitang, Zhejiang Province for filming, Xitang is one of the six ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Chinese-style MV shooting in this thousand-year-old town is particularly poetic! In order to capture the beautiful scenery of Xitang, Wenshan also dispatched an aerial camera to take in the beautiful scenery of Xitang Ancient Town.

The plot is performed by Jay Chou's younger brother Darren Qiu Kaiwei, describing that this ancient town is holding a festival related to Hanfu, and the photographer played by Darren shuttles through the festival to capture the wonderful pictures of the event, but accidentally shoots a heroine who makes him happy, and since then the camera has quietly captured many pictures of girls, and the heroine is a painter who came to this event to sketch, and when she found Darren, she involuntarily began to paint him, so the two met in this poetic Xitang ancient town [2]. ]

The MV incorporated elements of "Hanfu", and more than 200 people wore Hanfu for the performance.

2014-12-24 |Diary: "Songs".

Jay Chou's lyrics.

The end of the world. Words: Fang Wenshan.

Music: Jay Chou.

The wind rises and geese go south, the scenery is Xiaoxiao, and the yellow sand falls.

Sit alone and make a pot of tea, brew it all night, under the lamp.

You're miles away, at someone's house, thinking about him.

Stitches and threads are embroidered.

Morning Frost Climbing Daiwa Shake off the frost Cold tea.

Touching the piano wants to talk, wants to ask the sound of the piano at the beginning of the fall.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

The love-hate ups and downs of the story go through and leave me alone.

Several times of sorrow, the world is thorough, and they all enter the wine.

Ask if your heart isn't missing something.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Arch bridge ramp, waterfront pier, who remembers.

Crossing the river, I'm still injured, I'm about to turn back, who waves in the distance.

The ancient temple is surrounded by mountains, and after the fog clears, the north wind is high.

Meditation on my loneliness, Behind me, the wind howls.

The whistle is halfway up the mountainside, and you're in, which bridge.

Smile at him from afar.

The reed flowers outside the pavilion are white and vast, the drizzle is gently blowing, and the autumn wind is blowing.

Put the pen down, can't draw, who is chic.

Feelings are short-lived, like fireworks in the pen of a sassy inkman.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

The love-hate ups and downs of the story go through and leave me alone.

The bamboo in front of the door is thin, the breeze folds the willows, you have to go.

The wind doesn't stop, why bother to shake the lights.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Gently untie the deep cord, Hongchen let go and face.

Follow me to the ferry, drift from the shore to the east, and suddenly look back at you at the ferry port.

The strings are broken, the fate is over, and you are gone.

You're a passerby, gentle to this, silent.

Arch bridge ramp, waterfront pier, who remembers.

Follow me to the ferry, drift from the shore to the east, and suddenly look back at you at the ferry port.

Song synopsis.