Jay’s Songs
A few of the absolute favorites; every one of them makes me feel very happy. I hope Your Excellency will like them. Ranked in order.
You Can Hear It
Who could know better than I that your gentleness is like a feather
A secret lying in my embrace, only you can hear it
Is there anyone else who knows that your smile is like an embrace
How I wish to hide your goodness, so only I can see it
Standing on the roof, speaking only to the wind, not wanting to be swayed
Originally hating the rainy sky, until I heard someone say they love me
Sitting on the second floor of the cinema, watching the crowd pass by
How is it that on that day, we both smiled silently for so long
I think I was too dependent, just now when hanging up the phone
Insisting on learning to be a simple child, quietly guarding this love
Knowing I shouldn’t be too dependent, afraid you might spoil me
Your fragrance lingers continuously, I cannot bear to leave
I Don’t Deserve
This street is too crowded, too many people have secrets
There is mist on the glass, whose past has been concealed
The emotions on your face are reconstructing that rain
This alleyway is too winding, I cannot walk back into the story
These days are no longer green, a few more phrases have grown mottled
Leaving me, having emptied the memories, in this big house
The seats in the cinema, separated by a distant space
Emotions have no opponent; you are playing chess against yourself
Still too late, to carefully, write down everything about you
Describing how I love you, yet you smile and leave me
This feeling is already wrong, I am striving to retrieve it
Those bits of feeling that should have been considerate, I did not give
The wish you made with pouted lips was very humble, in compromise
It was my neglect; you only wanted someone to keep you company
This feeling is already wrong, I only realized at the very end
Page by page of the plot I cannot bear to turn, you are so tired
You recite silently, how many times you cried for me, so haggard
And my heart breaks, you suffer; your beauty, I do not deserve
Heart’s Rain
The green leaves of the oak tree, the white bamboo fence
How I wish to tell my beloved, it looks like a painting here
Last year’s Christmas card, the stubble in the mirror
The image begins to lack her, I am still playing dumb
Agreed to brew flower tea for me, learning to set the knife and fork
The student dormitory, an empty home; guarding the phone but cannot wait for her
The rain in my heart pours down, yet it cannot wet her hair
Tears smudge the longing on the postcard; that heartbreak originally had no time difference
The rain in my heart pours down, yet it never manages to drench her
The cold wind passes the branches in the yard, and cools the fresh flowers in my hand
A Dandelion’s Promise
The dandelion by the primary school fence, is a scenery with a scent in memory
The sound of cicadas from the playground during nap time, is still pleasant to hear after so many years
Folding wishes into paper airplanes to mail as letters, because we cannot wait for that shooting star
(Standing in the corridor as punishment, getting palms hit, yet we noticed the dragonfly by the window)
Seriously tossing the coin that decides fate, yet not knowing where it can actually go
(Wherever I go, you follow closely; many dreams are waiting to proceed)
The promise to grow up together, so clear; having hooked pinkies, I believe
Agreed to travel together; it is the only willfulness you insist on nowadays
(The promise to grow up together, so sincere; the endless past we chatted about)
(And I can no longer distinguish, if you are friendship, or a missed love)
Hair Like Snow
The wolf-tooth moon, the fair one is haggard; I raise my cup, drinking down the wind and snow
Who hath overturned the cabinet of a past life, stirring up dust and karmic trouble
The mantra of fate, several cycles of reincarnation; you knit your brows, crying for beauty that cannot be called back
Even if the green annals of history have turned to ash, my love is unextinguished
Prosperity is like three thousand flows of eastern water; I take but one scoop to know love
Loving only the butterfly you have become
Thy hair like snow, rendering the parting sorrowfully beautiful; whom have I moved by burning incense
Inviting the bright moon, making memories bright and clean; love is perfect under the moonlight
Thy hair like snow, tears fluttering in flight; whom have I aged by waiting
Drunk in the red dust, the years slightly intoxicated
I use no regrets, to carve a stele of love for thee for eternity
(La la la, la la la, la la la la la)
(The bronze mirror reflects innocence, tying a ponytail)
(If thou actest wildly, in this life I shall accompany thee with wine)
Sorry
A copper coin in the square, its sorrow very hidden
It sighs gently in the wishing pool
Too many "I love you"s, making it breathless
Having already lost meaning
The ring is weeping, lying quietly in the drawer
All it possesses is merely memory
Love and parting, like rain that cannot be arranged
Ready to strike at any time
I miss the desks and chairs of elementary school, miss writing diaries with a pencil
Recording that most primitive beauty, recording the you I met for the first time
Jay Chou
If meeting you is a tragedy
I think I am destined to act alone in this life
Finally reminiscing slowly alone
Without the past, I will extract the bygone events
If meeting you is a tragedy
I can let life be meaningless just like this
Perhaps at the very end, I can hear a sentence from you
Sighing gently, regretting with “Sorry”
(If meeting you is a tragedy)
(I sigh gently, regretting with “Sorry”)
Obviously
Many colors in the candy jar, but the smile is no longer sweet
Some of your happiness, in the moments without me
In a city of the medieval age, I think I’ll walk just to here
The seagull no longer clings to the sea, it can fly farther
From afar comes the sound of bagpipes; I only care about news of you
The castle guards the secret for love, while I guard the memories for you
Obviously not accustomed to holding hands, why initiate hooking arms
You have too many matters on your mind, I will not prick them open
Obviously he is gentler, perhaps he can give you more
No need to choose, I will automatically become a friend
Handwritten Past
This wind chime, is very close to a heartbeat
This letter, is still missing the journey
The passing loves were all too young
You are the scenery I want to return to again
This parting, is bottled into a secret
This daisy, is beautiful like a verse of poetry
And I wait for your news in the wind
Waiting for moonlight to fall on the snow, waiting for maple red to dye the autumn, waiting for a meeting
I revisit the afternoon sunshine, carrying the guitar diagonally on my shoulder
Just like many years ago, we sing gently, going anywhere
I look at your face, lightly brushing the chords
Valentine’s Day card, a handwritten forever
(First love is the entire page, a handwritten past)
Still remember, the square and the park, performing together
(Still remember, that autumn, saying goodbye)
The candy store by the campus, the memory is slightly sweet
(When the romance has walked far away, I bury you deep inside my heart)
The breeze needs the bamboo forest; the stream needs the dragonfly
A departure like homesickness, needs patches of duckweed
Remember the rainy season of that year, the memories were particularly quiet
The decision after crying, can it still proceed
I wait foolishly, foolishly waiting for spring warmth and flowers to bloom
Waiting for the end, waiting for the remainder, waiting for clarity, waiting for understanding, waiting for love to return
Youth belongs to confessions, sunlight belongs to the windowsill
And I think I belong to, a future that possesses you
The rainbow on the paper, the clock drawn with a sketch
I am still revising, your smile within the memories
How should I describe, the pain brewed for longing
The neon of the night sky, is the prosperity I do not want
Perhaps a trip to the beach, perhaps looking at the sunset
Perhaps any place where one can think about matters of the heart
Emotions in the café, are blended into an article
Thoroughly falling in love with your tearful light, transparent as a poem
Give Me the Time of a Song
The rain drenched the sky, ruining it meticulously
You said you don’t understand, why we hold hands at this moment
I dried the silence, regretting very impulsively
Even if this is a mistake, it is only for fear of missing out
Being together is called a dream, being apart is called pain
Is it said that, the unfinished dream hurts the most
The consequences of getting lost, I can bear
This final exit, exists only after having loved
Can you give me the time of a song
To tightly turn that embrace into forever
(Listen to the story until the end, before saying goodbye)
In my embrace you, need not fear insomnia
(The tears you gave me, let them stay in the rainy day)
If you want to forget, I can also lose my memory
(Crossing the line you drew, I set the destination of courage)
You said I shouldn’t, shouldn’t
Shouldn’t have said I love you at this time
How to prove I have no strength to lie
Please tell me, does pausing count as giving up
I only have one day of memories
Common Jasmine Orange
The sparrow outside the window, chatters on the utility pole
You say this sentence, has a very summery feeling
The pencil in hand, goes back and forth on the paper
I use a few lines of words to describe who you are to me
The taste of the saury, the cat and you both want to understand
(That full ear of rice, brings happiness to this season)
The scent of first love is thus retrieved by us
(And your cheeks are like ripe tomatoes in the field)
That warm sunshine, like a freshly picked bright strawberry
(You suddenly say to me, the name Common Jasmine Orange is very beautiful)
You say you cannot bear to eat up this kind of feeling
(At this moment I only want to kiss your stubborn mouth)
Rain falls all night, my love overflows just like rainwater
The fallen leaves in the yard, stack thickly with my longing
(The butterfly on the windowsill, like a beautiful chapter fluttering in a poem)
A few sentences of dispute, cannot cool my passion either
(I continue to write, writing “loving you forever” into the end of the poem)
You appear on every page of my poetry
(You are the only understanding I desire)
Luo Tianyi
Pinky Swear
You are the letter’s beginning, the poem’s content, the fairy tale’s ending
(You are the marker I seek in the adventure across ten thousand waters and mountains)
You are a matter-of-course miracle; you are “the moon is beautiful”
(You are the line dividing my life, yet connecting them together)
You are the gift Santa Claus gives to me, a good child
(You are the glance back a thousand times in a past life, the hand held devoutly)
You are my single scoop of water, amidst three thousand beautiful worlds
(You are everything else, you are my world)
So let me get a little closer, because you are too warm
(So please shine a little brighter, even though I am too ordinary)
I will become a little stronger, because you are too soft
(I will become a little softer, because you are too sensitive)
Exchanging the golden contract on the ring finger, giving each other the years
Agreed to hold hands from now on, because we have to walk very far
(Agreed to hold hands from now on, no matter how far we have to walk)