Red dust inn]

[ar: Jay Chou]

[Al: Works 12]

[t_time:(04:20)]

Jay Chou-Hongchen Inn

Ci: Fang Zhouzi Qu: Jay Chou

At the end of the horizon is a sandstorm.

The story of the world of mortals is called caring.

This sword is hidden under the east wall of ordinary people.

Wild cranes in idle clouds, fast horses in ancient temples.

Fighting in the Jianghu is nothing more than fame and fortune.

[00:50.4 1] How can people who have mountains and rivers in their hearts be happy and natural?

I just want to be with you.

The sword has been drawn.

Who laughed? I just want to hold you in my arms today.

[0 1: 13.44] The world of mortals is as windy as a knife.

The shower hit fate.

[0 1: 22. 1] I only bend down for you who lead the way in the Wulin.

[0 1:28.90] Cross the abandoned wild bridge to find an ancient road leading to the outside world.

Stay away from the noise.

Catkin floats on your palm.

Under the eaves, the window lattice obliquely reflects the branches.

Sitting opposite you drinking tea.

I write you down firmly with meticulous brushstrokes.

The writing is not elegant.

Sighing at the beauty near sunset under the lamp.

I said that fate is like silent meditation.

Your tears are full of paper like pears.

Love and hate are like a freehand landscape painting.

The sword has been drawn.

Who will laugh? I just want to hold you in my arms today.

The wind in the world of mortals inn is like a knife and a shower, and fate is knocking at the door.

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