The fog of heather pipe
Drift to the dead tree
Cry to me silently
The circular square next to Baker Street.
Arm of armored knight
Iris's badge is slightly brighter.
The sound of a driverless carriage
Visit late at night
The bloody opening of evil in Victoria moonlight
Disappearing pistol
Charred cane
Melted wax figure
Who is not present?
The illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes
Contradictions led to his death.
The evidence was perfectly buried.
Laughing at Scotland Yard's rising corners of the mouth.
Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel sport.
Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy.
Female voice: I'll write it myself.
Then I will light the light in the ashes.
Female voice: The morning sun dried the last sadness.
Then the night rain will wash away the dark high walls.
Female voice: Dark and serene.
(The lights go out and the red curtain falls)
Truth can only be worn away.
Soil without footprints
A sudden faint fragrance of flowers
Deliberately eye-catching clothing
Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.
Motivation has only one name, and that is desire.
Fa fa fa fa fa
Morality, morality and law
Crossing the swamp of human nature
Who can really not be dirty?
We can forget and forgive.
But we must know the truth.
Moving iron bed
The last picture is finally put together.
I heard footsteps and looked forward to soft leather heels.
He pushed open the door, and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.
The typewriter stopped at the killer's name and I turned around.
The night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.
Bloom gorgeous chest of death.
I tasted the last sweet truth.
Smile and remember that justice is just a quiet justice.
The violin is in The Times.
Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel sport.
I heard footsteps, expecting soft leather heels.
He pushed open the door, and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.
Female voice: I'll write it myself.
(The typewriter stops at the killer's name and I turn around)
(The night sky at Westminster Abbey begins to boil)
Female voice: Dark and serene.
If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,
Then I'll write the ending myself.
The morning light wiped away the last sadness.
Black ink dyed peacefully.
Extended data
Chapter 7 of the night
The seventh chapter of Night is a song from Jay Chou's album Still Fan Texi on September 5th, 2006.
The seventh chapter of Night, composed by Jay Chou and written by Huang Junlang, is a suspense metaphor for the story of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes in 1983. The rapid sound of typewriters begins, clues are hidden in Sherlock Holmes' diary, classical music and electronic music blend with each other, and Jay Chou's monologue rap becomes Sherlock Holmes leading the audience to find the truth of the murder.
Song appreciation
The seventh chapter of Night, composed by Jay Chou and written by Huang Junlang, is a suspense metaphor for the story of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes in 1983. The rapid sound of typewriters begins, clues are hidden in Sherlock Holmes' diary, classical music and electronic music blend with each other, and Jay Chou's monologue rap becomes Sherlock Holmes leading the audience to find the truth of the murder.
Jay Chou deliberately sang a faint soprano in a low-key hard voice, implying the calmness of the detective and the madness of the murderer. Finally, the music heard Jay Chou singing in falsetto, showing a difficult film score mode in pop music.