(Binghui Zhu)
Dancing flowers are like butterflies.
Fell on my thin shoulders.
Clear water has faint flowers.
The moon is full of sorrow and stars.
The flute sounds like a butterfly.
My line was cut off last night.
The wind is faint in Yiliu.
This feeling is speechless.
A touch of sadness is like a butterfly.
The end of the world is spreading.
Your beautiful image disappears with the wind.
Only peach blossoms.