Butterflies are like a dream, like prosperity, colorful butterflies are flying, and Chang'an City is round.
Men pick their own dream flowers here, and when they get tired of them, they throw them away. Women, looking to please themselves, are like flowers that wither after blooming and prospering, and slowly die. . . . .
Dieyuan takes them in, here are the abandoned ghosts
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If you are willing to spend your whole life loving me, you can take me away. I am Die Yuan's dream butterfly. . . .