The falling moon shines on the fallen flowers and makes the mud smell fragrant, and the shadows of the moon and butterflies are beautiful and desolate.
The water mark of Jue Dancing Spring is a beauty, and when spring comes, the building is empty and unparalleled.
As cold as white paper, as sad as a butterfly desert!
The sky is white and covered with frost, and the moon is still in the middle of the night.
The remaining butterfly is like a shadow in a dream.
Poor dream shadows are like water shadows, which break my heart.
Raising a glass and leaving the moon behind is like the art of Chang,
Scattering wine, dancing with swords and dancing sadly,
There is no chance to stay, so the time is wrong,
Heartless, I can only look at the water bed,
Just because of the huge body difference.
Scattered relationships are like being drunk in a water mirror; dreams are flying and thoughts are dancing, making it difficult to fall asleep.
I am willing to sacrifice my life, my position and my position, just to dance and fly with you.
Sing the love song of a broken butterfly alone and spend the rest of your life drunk.
I have no regrets about falling to the end of the world, I only want to turn into tears of broken butterflies with you.