Lyrics of Jay Chou's Peninsula iron box

Turn off the light in the corridor and put your bags away

Go to the room and look out the window

Think back to the book you just bought

One is called Peninsula iron box

It's stacked by the bed

Page 1 page 6 page 7 Preface

I never thought that you would go to read this book with me

No more, no more

I can't see it now

The keyhole of the iron box is transparent

It's rusty to see it for a long time

The dust outside surrounded me

I can't find the key to the iron box

Next to the candy is the sweet one I want to remember

But filtering you and me into beauty

What's in the box is the happiness you give me

I'd like to, but I can't

Why is it like this

You pulled me and said you were hesitant

How come it's like this

You have to leave with your umbrella before the rain stops

I'm used to not stopping you

You'll be back in a while

The impression of love does not seem to hold up that time

Why is it like this

You look at me and say you've made up your mind

I can't hold you

His hands should be warmer than mine

The preface of the iron box became a diary

It's air, it's memory

The impression of love does not seem to hold up that time

So you abstained

Turn off the light in the corridor and put your bags away

Go to the room and look out the window

Think back to the book you just bought

One is called Peninsula iron box

It's stacked by the bed

Page 1 page 6 page 7 Preface

I never thought that you would go to read this book with me

No more, no more

I can't see it now

The keyhole of the iron box is transparent

It's rusty to see it for a long time

The dust outside surrounded me

I can't find the key to the iron box

Next to the candy is the sweet one I want to remember

But filtering you and me into beauty

What's in the box is the happiness you give me

I'd like to, but I can't

Why is it like this

You pulled me and said you were hesitant

How come it's like this

You have to leave with your umbrella before the rain stops

I'm used to not stopping you

You'll be back in a while

The impression of love does not seem to hold up that time

Why is it like this

I'm holding you back

How come it's like this

You have to leave with your umbrella before the rain stops

I'm used to not stopping you

You'll be back in a while

The impression of love does not seem to hold up that time

Why is it like this

You look at me and say you've made up your mind

I can't hold you

His hands should be warmer than mine

The preface of the iron box became a diary

It's air, it's memory

The impression of love does not seem to hold up that time

So you abstained