MV Director: Vincent Fang

Lyrics: Vincent Fang / Song: Jay Chou

Wind arises, migrant birds passing through, sand blown, a rusting view

I brew a pot of tea infusing the night below the light

You sit a few miles away thinking of him

Needle and thread embroidering flowers

Morning frost climbs the dark grey roof

Shakes off the rime, cools the tea

Caressing the guzheng about to speak

Wanting to ask for sound, the first note falls

Beyond the chords, nostalgia through the grilles

Yet you don't respond at all

String breaks the edge of fate, and you are gone

The rise and fall of love and hate.The story passes by, leaving only me behind

A few rounds of sadness. I see through worldy matters, all poured into my drink

Wondering if your heart is not here, what is missing

The string breaks and fate is finished, and you have left

You are a passerby, tenderness to here silently

Arch slopes, beach dock, who still remembers

Crossing in a boat, my hurt lingers, turning around at the last moment

In the distance who waves?

The mountain wraps around the ancient temple, after the fog the north wind high

In silence I am lonely, the wind at my back howls

The flute sounds at mid mountain And which bridge are you at?

In the distance smiling at him

Outside the pagoda, reed flowers for a vast expanse of whiteness.

The misty rain falls lightly, the autumn wind blows

I put down the pen, unable to draw which one is being charming

Sentiment is so short lived, like the fireworks drawn by a poet's pen

The string breaks, fate is finished, you are gone too

The rise and fall of love and hate

The story passes by, only leaving me behind

The bamboo at the door thins, breeze bends the willow branches.You want to leave.

The wind does not stay, then why come around to shake the lights

The string breaks, fate is finished, and you have left too

You are a passerby, tenderness to here in silence

Gently undoing the knots, facing and letting go of the the mortal realm

Floating towards the east, suddenly I turn around

And you are at the dock

The string breaks, fate is finished, and you have left too

You are a passerby, tenderness to here in silence

Arch slopes, beach dock, who still remembers

Floating towards the east, suddenly I turn around

And you are at the dock