Original title: 夜的第七章
Lyricist: Jun-Lang Huang (黃俊郎)
Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫)
Translator: ayszhang
1983, alleyway. Month of December. Sunny and cloudless.
The seventh chapter of nightfall
The typewriter continues to push on
towards the next line that is closer to the truth
Smoke from the briarwood pipe
Drifts towards dying trees
Silently pleading to me
In the circular square off Baker Street
The iris badge on the arm of the armoured knight
Gleams
An unmanned carriage knocks, a late-night visit
Under the Victorian moonlight, evil's bloody commencement
The disappearing pistol, the burnt cane, the melted wax figure
The missing person, the illusion of signs on the jewelry box
Contradictions lead to the dead end he had constructed, all evidence beautifully buried
Those lips curve as they mock the Scotland Yard
If evil is a composition of extravagant cruelty
(Then justice is deep, hopeless misery)
I shall personally write its finale
(Then I shall ignite the embers in the ashes)
The morning sun dries the last line of sorrow
(Then raindrops shall cleanse the walls of darkness)
The black ink becomes tinted by serenity
(Finale. Lights. Down the red curtains drop)
The truth can only go through soil without footprints
Unexpected, faint, flowery fragrance, purposefully eye-catching attire
Everyone lies with their faces masked for different reasons
The motivation goes by only one name called desire
Crossing the swamp that is human nature, who could possibly leave untainted?
We can forget and forgive but we must know the truth
The metal bed that had been moved - the last piece of the puzzle found
I hear footsteps, the heels of soft leather shoes, just as expected
He pushes the door open, the evening breeze shakes the lamp flames
The typewriter stops at the murderer's name, I turn
The night skies above Westminster Abbey start to boil
Brilliant death blooms from my chest
I savour this last taste of sweet, delightful truth
Smiling as I recall my quiet uphold of justice
Violin on the Thames
If evil is a composition of extravagant cruelty
(Footsteps, the heels of soft leather shoes, just as expected
He pushes the door open, the evening breeze shakes the lamp flame)
I shall personally write its finale
(The typewriter stops at the murderer's name, I turn
The night skies above Westminster Abbey start to boil)
The black ink becomes tinted by serenity
If evil is a composition of extravagant cruelty
I shall personally write its finale
The morning sun dries the last line of sorrow
The black ink becomes tinted by serenity
