Beyond A Thousand Miles ( Faraway)
By: Jay Chou And Fei Yu Ching

The roof is like a cliff
The wind chimes are like the blue sea
I wait for the swallow to return
The time has been arranged
To act out an accident
You quietly leave
The story is outside the city
The heavy fog won't disperse
Can't see the dialogue clearly
You cannot tell by listening
The sound of the wind doesn't exist
It is me who is sighing with regret

I waken from the dream
Who is at the windowsill
Opening the ending?
That future which is as thin as a cicada's wings
Cannot withstand being torn apart by whom

I send you away
Beyond a thousand miles
You are silent, black and white
The silent era
Perhaps it shouldn't have been
The too distant love
I send you away
Beyond the end of the sky
Are you still there?
Where is the sound of the piano coming from?
It's hard to predict life and death
I use all my life
To wait

Rap: I hear sounds of tears so I enter the woods
Searching for the white pear flower
I only get a row of moss
The sky is beyond the mountains
The rain falls down on the flower stands
I'm grey at the temples
I hear sounds of tears so I enter the woods
Searching for the white pear flower
I only get a row of moss
The sky is beyond the mountains
The rain falls down on the flower stands
I wait for you to come

Glazed white all over you
Transparent like dust
Your flawless love
From the rain you come
The poem becomes sorrowful
I'm drenched now
Pick up the lotus from the water surface
It's as if the shadows of the boat sailing are still there
Yet you don't come back
Covered by the years
The flower you spoke of blossomed
The past becomes blank

I waken from the dream
Who is at the windowsill
Opening the ending?
That future which is as thin as a cicada's wings
Cannot withstand being torn apart by whom

I send you away
Beyond a thousand miles
You are silent, black and white
The silent era
Perhaps it shouldn't have been
The too distant love
I send you away
Beyond the end of the sky
Are you still there?
Where is the sound of the piano coming from?
It's hard to predict life and death
I use all my life
I send you away
Beyond a thousand miles
You are silent, black and white
The silent era
Perhaps it shouldn't have been
The too distant love
I send you away
Beyond the end of the sky
Are you still there?
Where is the sound of the piano coming from?
It's hard to predict life and death
I use all my life
To wait

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November 2009