Lyrics: Vincent Fang Song: Jay Chou

Photography: Chih-Hao Chen

Director: Jay Chou & Jennifer

On the car, feelings packed up in my luggage, I’m gone

listening to the songs you like on repeat

too many sweet memories unsettle my heart

it's really over

reluctant to let go

the birthday song you sang I still remember

I finally understand how you express tenderness

you laugh at this part of the conversation

but it's too late

I pull out a white line from the latte flower, brew a cup of nostalgia

your profile on the surface of the coffee

forming missing, forming yearning

your hair down the your shoulders, I slowly draw out the outline of your mouth

I slowly drink all the past pictures of you

the loneliness in my refill, who is bitter?

has sobered the feeling of leaving you then

in a non-winter season the parting is cooled

I still want to hear you call me baby

afraid of someone new by your side

facing alone the sleepless night

flower missing the butterfly, leaves withered on the tree

I still want to hear you call me baby

satisfying heartbreak, maybe that’s cleaner

wind and snow all over the sky in our world

whom I’ve loved

what’s wrong? (what do you think)

why do I always cry at the end (lets not talk about it)

what's wrong with admitting a mistake, you choose(I admit it)

is it that we’re all too selfish (selfish)

excuses wanting freedom

silence (gone)

obviously we’ve both given more than anyone (I’m more)

but loved each other less maturely than anyone (don’t blame me)

must we wait for the wounds to heal (heal)

before we can have love again?

I pull out a white line from the latte flower, brew a cup of nostalgia

your profile on the surface of the coffee, forming missing, forming yearning

your hair down the your shoulders, I slowly draw out the outline of your mouth

I slowly drink all the past pictures of you

the loneliness in my refill, who is bitter?

has sobered the feeling of leaving you then

in a non-winter season the parting is cooled

I still want to hear you call me baby

afraid of someone new by your side

facing alone the sleepless night

flower missing the butterfly, leaves withered on the tree

I still want to hear you call me baby

satisfying heartbreak, maybe that’s cleaner

wind and snow all over the sky in our world

whom I’ve loved

I still want to hear you call me baby

afraid of someone new by your side

facing alone the sleepless night

flower missing the butterfly, leaves withered on the tree

I still want to hear you call me baby

satisfying heartbreak, maybe that’s cleaner

wind and snow all over the sky in our world

whom I’ve loved