Write a composition on the topic of Jay Chou's songs.

Fan Jie wrote a love letter with the title of 108 Jay Chou —— Remember our Dandelion Agreement? Do you remember when we were thousands of miles away, the smell of Xiang Tao was everywhere? Do you remember when we watched the rainbow in the sky at sea? We used to talk about happiness? If we can play a song again, I really hope we can go back in time. Let's take a time machine across Qian Shan and let the blue storm hit us, even if it is the end of the world, I don't care. Ma 'am, I'm sorry. I know I'm a coward and I don't deserve it. Maybe I will never be the Dragon Warrior in your mind. The last battle you gave me, the ninja in your mind, I can still protect you in the tornado, and I will never be the Zhou Daxia in your mind, so I can raise my double knives and cut it at the orcs. You say you love magic, and I become Mr. Magic. You say you love poetry, and I become a wandering poet. But, however, these are just red imitations, and these are just blind pulls. No matter how I wield nunchakus and fight the dragon fist, you said you should stop being my lovely woman. I made it for you. I'm just a sunshine otaku, and I can only dance snake dance on my site. I wrote down everything we had in Shanghai in 1943. Now that you're gone, I'm still stuck in the battle of trapped animals. I tried my best to climb out of the cliff of love like a snail, but it was in vain. "Old Turtledove" laughed at me and said it was "the cry of war" and made me give up, but I don't, I'm still struggling and still love you. My fingertips were cut by a broken thread, and blood dripped into the coral sea and disappeared into the falling scales. It turned out that everything was so small, the clock on the wall turned into a clock in the opposite direction, the train left, and you and I parted ways. I'm playing the secret code that we love, but it's so quiet around me. It's raining hard, but I can't catch you. The blacksmith in Milan gave me the iron box on the peninsula, and I opened it, which contained the Compendium of Materia Medica. I traveled to the Spring and Autumn Period to dance, and I became a general. I am wearing this golden flower, starting from William Castle and heading for Istanbul in the south. The situation is urgent and embattled. . I walked onto the chrysanthemum table, and the sadness in the room was everywhere. I drew sand on the ground with blue and white porcelain. I opened the seventh chapter of the night in the preface to Lanting Collection, and maybe I can put it down. It turned out that it was just an excuse for me to deceive myself. I thought I was still holding your hand across the hillside where maltose was planted and came to the garden party. Your mouth is full of sweet candy, and we look at the terrace, and the sky is still clear. I told you in the name of my father that I loved you, and you said I shouldn't. You said I should listen to my mother and be with another person, but every time I look at her eyelashes, all I can think about is you. But you told me that you are a cowboy, and the cowboy is very busy, so there is no time to tell the ulterior secrets between you and me directly. I also fantasize that we will go to see the longest movie "Huo Yuanjia" and the Spanish bullfight together. The clear stars in the sky are as intoxicating as you. The white windmill is still turning. You said you missed grandma, you said you wanted to drink grandpa's tea, and you said dad, I'm back. I'm just a perfectionist and always want to do everything for you. I still follow the old track, thinking that you will pass by the window of Class 2, Grade 3, but only the maple leaves are withered outside the window, and the weather is getting colder and colder. At that time, you were covered in snow, your head was like snow, and you were in tears. Now, remember to wear more black sweaters. I took "Romantic Mobile Phone" all the way to "Gone with the Wind", and the images in my mind kept "returning". I was as miserable as winning "rosemary", but it tasted like "Qilixiang" after all. My love for you can only be stranded. I sang "Nocturne" in the same tune to explain my "simple love" for you, but I still can't open my mouth to let you know. Then, I hope you can hear my inner cry. I give you Love in BC, and my thoughts spread like the Tigris River. You are my unparalleled love. I put all this into this world.