The lyrics of Ai Chen's two songs "Misplaced Time and Space" are also suspected to have copied Mr. Decca's emotional quotations. "Misplaced Time and Space" makes a simple comparison. The lyrics are: I blew the night breeze you blew, so are we embracing each other? Mr. Deka's original words: Go to your city, blow the wind you blow, is it a hug?
Originality is difficult to do, largely because there are too many plagiarists and it is very difficult to defend rights. Coupled with the rapid spread of the internet age, many good ideas and ideas were taken by others to make a little decoration when the original author just took them out for a look, and they became others' things properly.
For plagiarists, this method directly saves time cost and brain cost, and is the most economical way to obtain it. But for original authors, plagiarism is undoubtedly the biggest blow to them. However, the protection system for original authors is becoming more and more perfect, and the road to plagiarism is doomed to be short-term. Even if you learn from other people's content, please mark it and communicate with the original author himself.
Dislocated Time and Space is a song written by Zhou Ren, composed by Zhang Bowen and sung by Ai Chen. Produced by Netease Cloud Music Hurricane Studio, released on 202 1, 1.
Lyrics:
The audience's movies were filled in less than half a row until the lights suddenly turned on at the end of the performance.
The subtitles were fixed on the production and distribution of XXX, and I watched them pass by in a hurry.
Like a repeat student, I can't complete the mission of becomingno. 1
Life is not a decision to guess scissors, stone and cloth, so capricious.
I blew the night breeze you blew, so shall we hug each other?
You can wake up empty-handed like a dream.
Have I seen the same scenery when I am blowing the evening breeze from you?
It's like disturbing the jet lag, staying in the wrong time and space, always empty.
Countless stars witness wishes, but who will comfort the bad mood without effect?
The lights at the intersection have been flashing, and one person is obviously preoccupied.
Three words can only be said to yourself. Look up, don't let your tears get out of hand.
Where is the reversible fate? I don't want to hear it
I blew the night breeze you blew, so shall we hug each other?
You can wake up empty-handed like a dream.