Flowers dance, flowers cry, flowers cry, petals fly.
For whom flowers bloom, and for whom flowers fall.
The wind blows for butterflies, and butterflies are drunk for flowers.
Flowers love the wind, but the wind loves the beauty of flowers
Butterflies sigh, love tired and often feel sad.
The wind broke the butterfly's heart, but it was difficult for the butterfly to follow.
Flowers fly with the wind, why does the wind love butterflies?
Flowers are flying all over the sky and my heart is broken.
Flowers are exquisite, but butterflies are hard to catch.
The wind blows the butterfly to chase, the flower flies, the butterfly is drunk, and the wind stops the flower and breaks the heart. Who can follow? The butterfly with a broken bridge is charming in spring, and the willow shadow is drunk.
Last night, the cold rain left a red mark, and butterflies were heartbroken everywhere.
The flowers are still silent, the butterfly swallows, and tears overflow the flowers. Who is asking the moon for silent pity on the charming petals? The faint spoony star is dull and painful, and the butterfly dance is more brilliant tomorrow. Butterfly dance flutters in the shadows, and spring goes and spring comes. Flowers bloom and fall, and the soul is drunk. Cai smiled and talked about butterflies.