A butterfly with dead leaves is flying among the trees.
Stop on a protective branch and feel timid.
Although it is just a dead-leaf butterfly with sparks and blood in its heart.
But the wind and rain were so fierce that little wings lost its color.
Once the dead-leaf butterfly loses its protective color,
Pale, fragile, falling
Who will be lonely in Qi Fei?
The fire in the heart of the dead-leaf butterfly has gone out.
When can I flap my wings and fly to the clouds and the moon in my dreams?
Although it is just a dead-leaf butterfly with sparks and blood in its heart.
But the wind and rain were so fierce that little wings lost its color.
Once the dead-leaf butterfly loses its protective color,
Pale, fragile, falling
Who will be lonely in Qi Fei?
The fire in the heart of the dead-leaf butterfly has gone out.
When can I flap my wings and fly to the clouds and the moon in my dreams?
Once the dead-leaf butterfly loses its protective color,
Pale, fragile, falling
Who will be lonely in Qi Fei?
The fire in the heart of the dead-leaf butterfly has gone out.
When can I fly to the clouds and the moon in my dream? And it is the lyrics of the whole song.