Singer: Jay Chou

The word Vincent Fang Qu Jay Chou

Sing Jay Chou Du Zhangguo

I kicked it away.

A bunch of red gourd rock sugar

Memories of my boxing and flying scenes are scattered in the moonlight.

A piece of ginger

Old times.

I can give you an autographed photo. Imagine.

I said, the screen should cover the frost.

The eaves should block the moonlight.

Jianghu should open a window.

Play tricks in pingju.

I won't shake when I dismount.

I was bored, panicked and tired, so I put on my kung fu costume.

I don't sell tofu.

I learned it in martial arts school. It's called kung fu.

Kung fu (kung fu)

Put on the cheongsam quickly.

In case you say I ate your tofu.

You are like tofu (tofu) tofu (tofu)

Blowing out scissors is to practice my kung fu.

Kung fu (kung fu)

Put on the cheongsam quickly.

In case you say I ate your tofu.

I stretched my fist a little.

You go to the border.

Kicked too hard.

The picture became desolate.

Falling flowers match the sunset.

Cross the mountains to cross the river.

Let me clear my throat.

Clear one's throat and sing Qin opera

Tian Fei flies to Dunhuang Great Northern Wilderness.

Who is on the water side? I held up a paper umbrella and looked back.

Ah, what is this place and what is this situation?

La la la la la, bored, panicked, tired, I will step on your shoulder.

I don't sell tofu.

I learned it in martial arts school. It's called kung fu.

Kung fu (kung fu)

Put on the cheongsam quickly.

In case you say I ate your tofu.

You are like tofu (tofu) tofu (tofu)

Blowing out scissors is to practice my kung fu.

Kung fu (kung fu)

Put on the cheongsam quickly.

In case you say I ate your tofu.