Quick Song Ninja

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan

Music: Jay Chou

The small shrine in the izakaya

From the cobblestone entrance

Almost one meter wide of faith

I sat and drank miso soup

Looking at the garden rockery

Night in Kyoto

There is a kind of rice fragrance on the tatami called Zen

There~A picture flashed across the shrine making a wish

Here~The ninja covered his face and blew in the corner Hidden Arrow

In my heart~the shogunate once again recreated the Yamanote Line in old Tokyo

Like a nostalgic silent movie

嗷咿咿咿咿咆咿～

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. of Iga-ryu ninja aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I am learning to arrange flowers at home alone, はぃ~~ゎかいました

When いちにさんし cherry blossoms fall all over the ground, there is a mysterious condensation in the air

いちにさんしSneak attacks in the dark, using smoke as a weapon

The story of ninjas, cutting off the past, loyalty is the only thing

Stealth, completely forgetting who you are

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The small shrine in the izakaya

It is almost one meter wide from the cobbled entrance hall

I sat and drank miso soup

Watching the garden rockery

Kyoto at night

There is a kind of rice fragrance on tatami called Zen

There, a wish flashed through the shrine Picture

Here~ the ninja is blowing arrows in the corner with his face covered

In my heart~ the shogunate has recreated the Yamanote Line in old Tokyo

Like a nostalgic drama Silent film

Aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~. p>

I only know how to make gestures with my katana~

I am learning flower arrangement at home alone~~ゎかいました

いちにさんしThe cherry blossoms are everywhere There is a mystery in the ground that condenses the air

いちにさんしSneak attack in the dark night, using smoke as a weapon

いちにさんしThe Story of the Ninja To cut off the past, loyalty is the only one

いちにさんしBe invisible and completely forget what you are

いちにさんしThe cherry blossoms are falling all over the ground, and there is a mystery that condenses the air

いちにさんしSneak attack in the dark night Attack the smoke as a weapon

The story of the いちにさんしninja

いちにさんし To cut off the past

いちにさんしLoyalty is the only one

いちにさんしJay Chou-Stop the War

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan Music: Jay Chou

Light as light as paper

Light scattered everywhere

He was in a hurry as the applause died down

He was singing

The Unbearable Injury

The script is on the stage

The last performance

The whole village was sitting in their seats

Quietly watching how time abandoned this theater

The flames of war stained his tears

Who is clamoring for candy in the wind

The scene at the beginning of this story

The dust has already blocked the sunlight

Ah fear Engraved on the children's faces

The wheat field has fallen in the direction of the chariot

The shape of the dandelion is floating

Its desperate flight

She only sings this song to end the war<

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Lighting candles in evil nights

Heaven breaks the war

Songs of mourning spread thousands of miles

Hometown quells famine

Innocence On this road

Stumbled

He was cut by miscanthus

What is the shape of hope in children's eyes

Do you have bread and breakfast when you wake up?

Drink a bowl of noodle soup again

Farmers burned their land and villages

Finally picked up a gun

But he slowly got used to it and gave up resistance

What is the shape of hope in the eyes of children

Is there a swing in the yard to swing on?

There is candy in the pocket

The light of the bayonet was polished by hatred

Savage in the distance

But he smiled without knowing the panic

Fear is etched on the children's faces

The wheat field has fallen in the direction of the chariot

The shape of the dandelion is floating

Its desperate flight

She only sings this song of mourning to end the war

Lighting up candles in the evil night

The sky breaks the war

The mourning song spreads thousands of miles

Famine relief in hometown

Innocence on this road

Stumbled

He was cut by miscanthus

The child What is the shape of hope in our eyes

Whether we wake up with bread and breakfast

Drink a bowl of noodle soup

Farmers burn the land With the village

Finally picked up the gun

But he slowly got used to it and gave up resistance

What shape does the hope in the children's eyes look like

Is there a swing in the yard to swing on

There is candy in the pocket

The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred

Savage in the distance

But he smiled and didn’t know how to panic

Ba Ba La Bang Bang

Ba La Ba Bang Bang

Ba Ba La Bang Bang

Baba bang bump

Innocence is on this road

Stumbled

She was cut by miscanthus

Ba Ba La Bang Bang

Ba La Ba Bang Bang

Ba Ba La Bang Bang

Ba La Ba Bang Bang

Innocent Stumbling on this road

She was cut by miscanthus

Across the ages

Lyrics: Huang Junlang Music: Jay Chou and the clock go around counterclockwise and evil things are pouring out ferociously. Across the ages

I humbly and quietly pray under the castle, suppressing the barbaric signals circulating in ancient times, and the organ keys proudly say that it is just in vain. My instruments surround the times and cannot eliminate my domineering dynasty. You can't predict it, because the more dangerous I become, the more beautiful my wings become. There is no end, spreading across eras, wings facing the sky, reliefs under the moon, the devil's smiling wolf, howling in the wind, bats flying like the black tide, using loneliness to adjust the tone of dignity, I have transcended eras, animal-like posture, the sound of the piano Awakening the sleeping bloodline, there is no need to be worshiped like beast-like sorrow, only for the existence of eternal music. Wake up, the clock goes counterclockwise, and the evil things ferociously gather in their nests. I humbly and quietly pray under the castle, suppressing the ancient wild signals and playing the organ. Key said arrogantly that it was just in vain. My instrument can't be eliminated in the surrounding era. You can't predict my domineering power, because the more sinister I am, the more beautiful my wings are. There is no period, spreading across the eras, wings rising to the sky, reliefs under the moon, the devil's smiling wolf howling in the wind and flying bats. Like the dark tide, I use loneliness to adjust the tone of dignity. I have crossed the generations. The animal-like posture and the sound of the piano evoke the sleeping blood. I don’t need to be worshiped. The animal-like sorrow only exists for the eternal music. Wake up. I don’t need to be worshiped. I don’t need to. I am worshiped across generations. The sound of the piano awakens the sleeping bloodline. There is no need to be worshiped. The sorrow of the beast wakes up only for the existence of eternal music.

Red Imitation

Lyrics: Jay Chou Music: Jay Chou

Big Cannon: Hey, who taught you guitar? Jay: Ah, I was born with this skill. Jay: Hey, P.

The number of Chinese-style songs is increasing unabated. Is it good or bad? Ask Fang Wenshan. He knows best. From the lady singing to the nunchucks, the east wind is broken, to the hair is like snow, the music style has been consistent and diverse all the way. I only love Chinese style. I stick to the style and I live in mine. No one in the world can interrupt. It's my nature to be unexpected. It's my personality. Cover of the album "Still Fantasy"

Even if I stand on the top of the mountain, I'm just a commoner, but I will have shoulders. Two clearings are courage and perseverance. I want to be the emperor of music (hum hum ha ha hum hum ha hum hum hum ha ha hum hum ha ha). The road downhill takes no effort. Others have already paved the way for you. But I choose to go uphill because of my name. There is only one word difference between being conceited, humble and hypocritical. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference because I like the true self. I can’t retreat because it’s not a green leaf. If it’s just an ornament, I’d like to be the bright moon and the grass, waiting for the wind to blow. I don’t have to rely on your back. If the sky will be very bright, I will ask Chang'e to fly to the moon. Why did I write this song? I can't find the motive yet. But if you listen carefully, you will find it more meaningful. If you are afraid of the future and your eyes are foggy, it is because you have not cleaned your glasses and are brave. As you go on, this song will accompany you. I often wonder that there is only one sun in the universe. Why are there so many of my shadows? They are so similar. Friends who like to imitate, like me, worship is a good thing. Appreciation is a virtue. But walk behind me. I am very worried that others will not see you. In the end, you will just be one clone after another. Is this kind of encouragement too direct and too sarcastic? Are you listening to what the teacher is saying? I tell you that it is better to be yourself than to follow too closely. The biggest enemy is your inner self. I can't retreat because it's not a green leaf. If it's just a decoration, I would like to be a bright moon and a grass waiting for the wind to blow. I don't have to rely on your back. If the sky is very dark, I will ask Chang'e to fly to the moon. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. Ouch ouch ouch ouch Long time no see Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch means ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch I kicked away strings of red gourd rock candies and I punched them away. Memories scattered in the moonlight. An old old ginger. An old time. I can give you a signed photo to imagine. I said, the screen is When it’s time to cover the eaves with frost, it’s time to block the moonlight. When it’s time to open the windows, it’s time to play drama. When it’s time to show off, I don’t want to shake. When I’m bored and tired, I put on kung fu clothes. I don’t sell tofu (tofu), tofu (tofu). I What I learned in the martial arts school is called Kung Fu Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Hurry up and put on the cheongsam lest you say I eat you tofu You are like tofu (tofu) tofu (tofu) The skin that can be broken is testing my kung fu Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Hurry up and put on your cheongsam, lest you say I'm eating you tofu. If I stretch my fists and legs a little, you'll roll to the frontier. If you roundhouse kick too hard, the scene will become very desolate. The falling flowers will pair up with the setting sun, crossing the mountains and ridges, crossing the river. I'll clear it. Clear your throat, clear your throat, sing Qin opera, fly to the sky, fly to Dunhuang, fly to the north, and fly to the Great Northern Wilderness. Who is on the water side? I hold up a paper umbrella and look back. Where is this place? What is this situation? I am bored, panicked, tired, and I step on it. I don't sell tofu (tofu) tofu (tofu) on your shoulders. What I learned in the martial arts school is called Kung Fu Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Hurry up and put on the cheongsam lest you say I eat you tofu you are like tofu (tofu) tofu (Tofu) The skin that can be broken is testing my Kung Fu Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Kung Fu (Kung Fu) Hurry up and put on the cheongsam lest you say that I am eating you tofu

The cow is very busy

Music: Jay Chou Lyrics: Huang Junlang

Woo-la-la-la train whistle follows the galloping horse hooves

The little sister plays the harmonica and the silhouette is beautiful in the sunset. I have finished the introduction of writing a diary with bullets. The scenery comes next

Let me introduce myself. Although I am a cowboy, I only order milk at the bar. Why don’t I drink beer? Because beer hurts the body. Many people don’t have eyes and are arrogant. They rely on weapons and shrink into ants with their bare hands. No need to bother. No need to bother. No need to bother. No need to bother. No need to bother you. Come on together I'm in a hurry Every day duels The audience is tired Heroes are tired No need to bother No need to bother The chorus is not long How many of you come together Justice calls me Beauty needs me The cowboy is very busy (My love, you go away (I didn’t see you there) I rode a donkey because the horse couldn’t be mounted. I took a bubble bath because I could play with toys. I have a kind heart and I only wear fake cowhide. I try not to fall down. Press the muzzle of the turf gun, it doesn’t have eyes. I once promised God that I would try my best to shoot the rubber band unless I had to. Boss, let’s have a milkshake first. Before I run for my life, please feed my little donkey Jay Chou.

No need to bother. No need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, please come together, I'm in a hurry, and the audience is tired of the duel every day, and the heroes are tired, too, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother. The chorus is not long. How many of you can come together, justice calls me, beauty. You need me, the cowboy is very busy, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, come on together, I'm in a hurry, duel every day, the audience is tired, the heroes are tired, no need to bother, no need to bother, no need to bother, the chorus is not long, how many of you are there? Let's go together. Justice calls me. Beauty needs me. Cowboy is very busy

Good song

Love in BC

The king of ancient Babylon promulgated Hammura It has been more than 3,700 years since the Code of Laws was carved on the black basalt. You were staring at the words of the inscription in front of the window, but I was quietly admiring your face that I love so much. The priests and temples were fighting with bows and arrows. Who was it that I used to like to be in the crowd? The scene in which you only belong to me passed by the goddess Sumei. I made a wish in the name of the goddess, and my thoughts spread like the Tigris River. When the ancient civilization only had incomprehensible prophecies and legends, it became an immortal poem. My love for you is written in It was buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia before the Christian era. It was unearthed decades later and the writing on the clay tablets was still clearly visible. My love for you was written in cuneiform and was buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia before the Christian era. The oath that has been weathered for thousands of years is forever. Everything is repeated in the priest's temple, the battle with bows and arrows. Whose picture I used to like in the crowd, you only belong to me. Passing by the goddess Sumei, I made a wish in the name of the goddess. My thoughts are as long as the Tigris River in ancient times. All that remains of civilization is the incomprehensible language. Legends have become immortal poems. My love for you was written before the Christian era and was buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia. It was unearthed dozens of centuries later and the handwriting on the clay tablets is still clearly visible. My love for you was written before the Christian era and buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia. It was carved in cuneiform for eternity. The oath that has been weathered for thousands of years. Everything happened again. I feel very tired. I am still far away from home. I am afraid that I will never be able to come back to you. The love I give you was written deep in Mesopotamia before the Christian era. The writing on the clay tablet was unearthed dozens of centuries later and is still clearly visible. The love I give you was written deep in Mesopotamia before the Christian era. In the Mia Plain, cuneiform characters were used to carve out eternal vows that had been weathered for thousands of years. Everything happened again. Love was in BC. Love was in BC. Note: AD refers to AD in the old calendar.

The tea made by grandpa

The tea made by grandpa has a flavor called Jia Lu Yu’s tea. I heard that fame and fortune are not appreciated. The tea made by grandpa has a flavor called Jia Lu Yu’s tea. Tea is like a landscape painting with splashes of ink. Mountain springs meander on the surface of the earth. From a long time ago, I had a childish face. The spring water penetrated into the mineral rock and the camphor tree saplings planted by my grandfather were on it. I still remember that one rainy day when I was seven years old and hiding under the eaves. I have always wanted to go on the swing. Grandpa was smoking and said that Lu Yu in the Tang Dynasty wrote three volumes of the Tea Book. There are twenty-three rings in the cross-section of the camphor wood on the table. The other side of the camera jumps to my mature face. After all these years, the calluses of my grandfather’s hands will spread when soaked in water. The tea made by my grandfather has a smell called home. I can’t be picky. The taste is not bad. I heard that the tea made by Lu Yu didn’t care about fame or fortune. He led a skinny horse away ~ The tea made by Grandpa Tianya has a taste called home. His hair is white and he is not allowed to talk when drinking tea. Lu Yu made it Tea is like a landscape painting splashed with ink. The wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years are still blowing*

Singer: Jay Chou (18 photos) Repeat * La~la~la lala~la la~ la la la~ la~ La la la~ la la~ la la la~ la~ la la la~ la la~ la la la~ la~ la la la~ la la oh~ The tea made by grandpa has a kind of taste called home. You can't be picky about it. It tastes good. The tea made by Lu Yu is not bad. I heard that fame and fortune are not taken away from him. He is leading a skinny horse~ The tea made by Grandpa Tianya has a smell called home. His hair is white and he is not allowed to talk when drinking tea. The tea made by Lu Yu is like a splash of ink. The landscape paintings of the Tang Dynasty. Thousands of years of wind and sand are still blowing. The tea made by grandpa has a smell called home (grandpa~). I heard that the tea made by Lu Yu is neither famous nor rich. The tea made by grandpa has a smell called home. The tea made by Lu Yu has a smell called home. Pictures of the tea made by Lu Yu Splash-ink landscape painting

Long time no see

Lyrics and music: Jay Chou

Long time no see, how are you?

Has your puppy grown up?

Do I still have my scarf on?

Have all my photos been lost? Ah

I can't cut my hair at the back;

This is not a bad excuse;

A pair of scissors is a lot of nonsense;

Still I don’t want to beg you to come back!

~~~~~~Taiwanese~~~~~~~

It’s my fault;

I didn’t hold you tightly;

You said that it is dangerous to shed tears;

If I wait for you, I will shed my tears without letting my sympathy be discovered.

I shouted at this and that meteor in the sky;

Will there be a miracle after shouting.

It doesn’t matter if we are friends;

I have changed myself because of you; I should not know myself.

It’s not that I maintained my confidence;

It’s just that I showed my sincerity.

There is no need for this or that champagne at the opening;

Go to my MRJ restaurant;

Light a candle and have a dessert while you are there;

Count you in detail Rhymes of wanton non-contact.

The Cold War has long gone out of fashion;

Come back to my heart quickly.

Xingqing

Wandering on the edge of the blue sky riding on the wind. A cloud fell in front of me and molded into your shape. The wind followed me and ate it bite by bite. My sorrow carried you as if I was carrying you. Sunshine is sunny no matter where it goes. Butterflies fly freely. Flowers fill the sky. Each one is fragrant because of you. Trying to let the sunset fly. Lead you. I surround nature and face the wind. Start living each day. Hand in hand. One step, two steps, three steps, four. Step by step, look at the sky and look at the stars. One, two, three and four. Connect them in a line. Back to back, silently make a wish. See if the stars in the distance can be heard. Holding hands. One step, two steps, three steps. Four steps. Looking at the sky, look at the stars. One, two, three. Four connected in a line, making silent wishes back to back. Look at the stars in the distance. If you can hear them, they will definitely come true. Carrying you seems to be carrying the sunshine. It’s sunny wherever you go. Butterflies fly freely. Flowers fill the sky. Each one is fragrant because of you. Trying. Let the sunset fly, lead you and me around nature, face the wind, and start living each day, hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, look at the sky, look at the stars, one, two, three, and four, connect them in a line, back to back, silently make a wish. Can you hear the stars in the distance? Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, look at the sky, one star, two, three, four, connect them in a line, back to back, silently make a wish, look at the stars in the distance, if you can hear it, it will definitely come true