Lyrics of "Fireworks Easily Cold" by Jay Chou

"Fireworks Easily Cold" is sung by Jay Chou, written by Fang Wenshan, composed by Jay Chou, and arranged by Huang Yuxun. It is included in Jay Chou's solo album "Cross Era" released on May 18, 2010.

The lyrics are as follows:

The prosperous sound escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world

The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts and a few books

If you default to life and death Waiting

Waiting for the annual rings again and again

Whose soul will be broken if the pagoda breaks several layers?

He rushes straight to a broken lamp in pain The collapsed mountain gate

Let me wait for history to turn around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng

The rain is falling in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep

< p>I heard that you are always alone

The mottled city gate is entangled with the roots of old trees

What echoes on the stone slabs is waiting

The rain falls on the vegetation of my old hometown Deep

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the herdsman's flute fell on that wild village on the outskirts of the city

It is us who took root when fate took root

Listening to the laughter that welcomes youth makes many people envious

The annals of history are too gentle and are too harsh to write down

Fireworks are easy to get cold and people are easy to separate

And you are asking Am I still serious?

Thousands of years later, who else is waiting after so many lifetimes of love?

How can Qingshi not be true to Wei Shu’s Luoyang City?

If you are talking about the past life Passing through the door

Follow the world of mortals and follow me throughout my life

The rain is falling in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep

I heard that you are always alone

The mottled city The door is entangled with the roots of an old tree

What echoes on the stone slabs is "wait again

The rain is falling in my old hometown and the trees are deep

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the pastoral flute fell in that wild village on the outskirts of the city

It was us who took root in fate

The rain fell heavily in my old hometown and the grass and trees were deep

I heard that you were always the same People

The mottled city gate is surrounded by the roots of old trees

What echoes on the stone slabs is waiting

It rains one after another, the old hometown has deep vegetation

I heard, I heard, you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the herdsman's flute fell in that wild village on the outskirts of the city

It is us who have taken root in fate

Fate has taken root Rooting is us