Lyrics of the minister under the skirt by Eason Chan

Looking up at the wind under the long skirt

Even the texture of fantasy is the same

Whether Chiffon or velvet

Also induced me that second palpitation

Never dare to kiss each other

But I have no regrets for every desire

Blood is on the rise

Maybe everyone likes more than one woman

Let the skirt float

Start a war and give the world more love and hate

Let the skirt swing and swing

I adore you too much

For the spinning skirt

I'm glad to die

Dress for every graceful incarnation

Poor life as a courtier

Wild, changeable, weak and naive

It's all part of her magic

Pure white, light or colorful

There is always a secret under the skirt

Actually, I want to kiss everyone

Reason prevents me from approaching impulsively

Blood is on the rise

Where does anyone live with only one woman

Let the skirt float

Give the world more love and hate

Let the skirt swing and swing

I adore you too much

For the spinning skirt

I'm glad to die

Dress for every graceful incarnation

Poor life as a courtier

I want to praise God

To live without pleasure is better than to have a woman

This life allows me to do my duty

Busy with softening heart and being enchanted

Linger on ladies and martyrs for a few seconds

Let the skirt float

Lovely women give you my stimulation and shock

Let the skirt swing and swing

Where morale sinks, give me reason to fight again

For the spinning skirt

I'm glad to die

Dress for every graceful incarnation

Poor life as a courtier