The lyrics of the seventh chapter of night by Jay Chou

The alley was sunny in December 1983

Chapter 7 of the night

The typewriter moved on to the next line

The fog of Photinia pipe

Floating to the withered tree and crying to me in silence

The circular square by Baker Street

On the arm of a soldier in armor

Iris insignia

A late night visit

Evil's bloody opening in Victoria's Moonlight

Vanishing pistol, blackened cane

Who's not there

The illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes

Contradictions lead to his dead end

The evidence is buried perfectly

The corner of the tongue that mocks Scotland Yard rises

If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement (then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy)

I will write his final scene (then I will light the dim light in the ashes)

The light of the morning dries the last line of sadness (then the raindrops will clean the dark wall)

Black ink with serenity

Facts can only be worn to the soil without footprints

The subtle fragrance of flowers and the conspicuous clothing

Everyone wears a mask to lie for different reasons

There's only one name for motivation. It's called desire

far farther farther far far

the father father far far

Over the swamp of human nature, who really can not be dirty

We can forget and forgive, but we must

Know that the truth has been moved

The last picture of the iron bed was finally put together

I heard the footsteps, the expected heels of soft shoes

He pushed the door open, and the evening wind shook the kerosene lamp

The typewriter stopped at the killer's name and I turned

The night sky at Westminster began to boil

Death in the chest

I taste this last mouthful of sweet truth

Smile back, justice is just a quiet extension

The violin is in the times

If it's evil (I hear footsteps, anticipating the heels of soft shoes)

It's a gorgeous and cruel movement

I'll write his end (typewriter stops at the killer's name, I turn around)

(the boiling night of Westminster)

Black ink with serenity

If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement

I'll write down his final scene myself

The light of the morning dries the last line of sadness

Black ink with serenity