Twilight's Chapter Seven


Translation/pinyin/lyrics by Ho@multistars.com

Twilight's Chapter Seven

Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫) (周杰伦)
Lyricist: Huang Jun Lang (黃俊郎) (黄俊郎)


Featuring Pan Er (潘兒) (Room19)

1983 in a small alley
December, sunny and cloudless
Twilight's Chapter Seven
The typewriter continues to push towards
That next line that is close to the truth
The smoke from the Heath pipe
Floats towards the withered trees
Silently complaining to me while crying
The circular square at the side of Baker Street
On the arm of the armoured rider
The badge of iris
Slightly light
No people, cars or noise
A late night visit
Evil
Under the moonlight of Victoria
A bloody opening
The disappearing pistol
The charred cane
The melting wax figure
Who was not at the scene?
The jewellery box
The mark of the fake image
Contradiction to
The dead end he laid
The evidence is perfectly buried
Declared from that mouth
That makes fun of the Scotland Yard

If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
(Such justice
Is the deeply helpless regret)
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
(Then I light up
The glimmer in the ashes)
The morning light
The wind dries the last row of sadness

(Such raindrops
Will wash the dark tall wall
The black ink
Dyes serene
(The lights are shut off when everyone leaves
The red curtain comes down)

The truth can only pierce towards
The soil without footprints
The towering fine flower fragrance
The deliberately eye-catching clothing
Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons
Motives only have one kind of name and it is called desire
Across the swamp of humanity
Who can really not get defiled?
We can
Forget
Forgive
But we must know the truth
The iron bed that's been moved
That last piece of the puzzle is finally put together
I hear footsteps
I anticipated getting followed by soft leather shoes
He pushes the door open; the night breeze dazzles the kerosene light
For a moment
The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, I turn around
The night sky of Westminster Abbey
Begins to boil
Opening on the chest
A beautiful death
I taste this last mouthful of sweet truth
Smiling, thinking back that justice is only quietly served
The stringed instrument is on the Thames

If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
(Such justice
Is the deeply helpless regret)
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
(The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, I turn around)
(The night sky of Westminister Abbey
Begins to boil)
The black ink
Dyes serene
If evil
Was a gorgeously cruel chapter
Its ending
I will
Personally write it
The morning light
The wind dries the last row of sadness
The black ink
Dyes serene