Butterflies fly, people chase them.
The butterflies fly, and the fragrance of flowers follows.
Although the butterfly is beautiful, how can it be broken into pieces? Even if the love is deep, why should it be rumored?
Butterflies are easy to get drunk, dreams are easy to break, beauties are easy to grow old, and time is easy to pass. If you cut the candle to the west window, who can draw eyebrows?
How many separations and hatreds have been trapped in the prison of the world of mortals? Beauty changes, how much obsession remains?
A generation of famous prostitute Jade Butterfly, when will the lingering love and hate end?