| 作词 : 陈王里Chet | |
| 作曲 : 陈王里Chet | |
| 作曲：陈理Chet | |
| 作词：陈理Chet，William Shakespare | |
| 编曲：陈理Chet | |
| 编曲指导：彭家昌，郭兆祥 | |
| 录音：彭家昌 | |
| 封面设计：杨森茂 | |
| Could the witches break up the curses? | |
| I can’t bear it any more. | |
| I drowned in a tub full of blood | |
| And my hands couldn’t be washed up | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming and roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| May the forest stop your steps? | |
| I’d rather choose the death. | |
| Please help me cut off my bloody hands | |
| Coz they always pull me to the hell | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming, roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow | |
| Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | |
| To the last syllable of recorded time | |
| And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | |
| The way to dusty death. | |
| Out, out, brief candle! | |
| Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player | |
| That struts and frets his hour upon stage | |
| And then is heard no more: it is a tale | |
| Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | |
| Signifying nothing.” | |
| My time is coming. |
| zuo ci : chen wang li Chet | |
| zuo qu : chen wang li Chet | |
| zuo qu: chen li Chet | |
| zuo ci: chen li Chet, William Shakespare | |
| bian qu: chen li Chet | |
| bian qu zhi dao: peng jia chang, guo zhao xiang | |
| lu yin: peng jia chang | |
| feng mian she ji: yang sen mao | |
| Could the witches break up the curses? | |
| I can' t bear it any more. | |
| I drowned in a tub full of blood | |
| And my hands couldn' t be washed up | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming and roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| May the forest stop your steps? | |
| I' d rather choose the death. | |
| Please help me cut off my bloody hands | |
| Coz they always pull me to the hell | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming, roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| " Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow | |
| Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | |
| To the last syllable of recorded time | |
| And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | |
| The way to dusty death. | |
| Out, out, brief candle! | |
| Life' s but a walking shadow, a poor player | |
| That struts and frets his hour upon stage | |
| And then is heard no more: it is a tale | |
| Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | |
| Signifying nothing." | |
| My time is coming. |
| zuò cí : chén wáng lǐ Chet | |
| zuò qǔ : chén wáng lǐ Chet | |
| zuò qǔ: chén lǐ Chet | |
| zuò cí: chén lǐ Chet, William Shakespare | |
| biān qǔ: chén lǐ Chet | |
| biān qǔ zhǐ dǎo: péng jiā chāng, guō zhào xiáng | |
| lù yīn: péng jiā chāng | |
| fēng miàn shè jì: yáng sēn mào | |
| Could the witches break up the curses? | |
| I can' t bear it any more. | |
| I drowned in a tub full of blood | |
| And my hands couldn' t be washed up | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming and roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| May the forest stop your steps? | |
| I' d rather choose the death. | |
| Please help me cut off my bloody hands | |
| Coz they always pull me to the hell | |
| Breathing, suffocating | |
| Screaming, roaring | |
| Stormy seas and wild wind drove me away | |
| Hit the cliffs and blow the walls | |
| Red moon and black raven killed my life | |
| Dye the night and swallow the light | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| Far away, Far away | |
| " Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow | |
| Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | |
| To the last syllable of recorded time | |
| And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | |
| The way to dusty death. | |
| Out, out, brief candle! | |
| Life' s but a walking shadow, a poor player | |
| That struts and frets his hour upon stage | |
| And then is heard no more: it is a tale | |
| Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | |
| Signifying nothing." | |
| My time is coming. |
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