Orchid Pavilion Preface Singer: Jay Chou Album: The Magic Seat Orchid Pavilion The calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water The moon is coming to the door Pushing the door is as careful as your steps are broken and busy The millennium monument is easy to expand but it is difficult to expand Your beautiful treasures and missing pages Who can I really give it to The reed flute is blowing across the rice wine, there are a few dishes of rice wine, the afterglow of the setting sun is like your shyness, and the copy has been written, but the fragrance of ink never fades, the mud has an aftertaste, a stick of cinnabar, who has it, no flowers, wind and moon, I cry blood, wait for a publicity pen, stick it to the shore No matter how many words you write, it’s all wrong, but I’m the only one who lacks the understanding of your life. There are no flowers, no wind and moon, I’m crying for blood, and I’m waiting for you to declare the pen and stick it out. On the shore, no matter how many words you write, no matter how many words you write, it’s all wrong, but I’m the only one who lacks it. The understanding of your life has no flowers, love and moon, I cried blood and waited for a time, once the pen was lifted, the waves on the shore, thousands of love words, no matter how I put them down, they are all wrong, but I only lack your life's understanding. The fingers are crossed, the love songs are sung, the love songs are annihilated, and the love poems are half-understood. Looking back and smiling, you graciously hated me. You shook the bronze mirror and sighed. Who made you frown and be born? The memory only leaves the smell of rouge. Yan Nanfei turned around and put on another piece of clothing. Tears splashed on the chrysanthemum. It was August and the memory was gone. Thank you. There are flowers and butterflies piled up along the bank. Who will you complain about? There are no flowers, wind and moon. I cry blood and wait for a declaration of pen and pouting. How can I interpret the thousands of love words on the shore? No matter how I write, they are all wrong. But I am the only one who lacks the understanding of your life. Flowers, wind and moon, I cried blood and waited for a callback. The handwriting is unashamed and fearless of the right and wrong in the world. The beauty has been fluttering for a few nights. I am waiting for tears to remind you who you love