Jay Chou – Chrysanthemum Terrace

The rain softly bounces on the vermilion-colored window
My entire lifetime on paper is blown into disarray by the wind
Dreams transform into a wisp of fragrance in the distance
Wafting apart with the wind, your appearance

Chrysanthemums die, sorrow covers the ground
Your smile is already turning yellow
Flowers fall, people are heartbroken,
My worries trickle quietly
The north wind is tumultuous, the night has not yet ended
Your shadow can’t be cut away
Leaving only me to be lonely
On the surface of the lake, I become two

The flowers have approached their twilight, resplendent once they fall
In the doctrine of withering, fate is unbearable
Worries do not cross the river, the autumnal heart is folded in two halves
I’m afraid that you will not be able to come on shore, swaying all your life

In whose land, the violent sound of horses’ hooves
I wear a suit of armor, and cry out for life’s vicissitudes
The sky is faintly light, you quietly sigh
A night of melancholy, so mild

Chrysanthemums die, sorrow covers the ground
Your smile is already turning yellow
Flowers fall, people are heartbroken,
My worries trickle quietly
The north wind is tumultuous, the night has not yet ended
Your shadow can’t be cut away
Leaving only me to be lonely
On the surface of the lake, I become two