It turns out that watching a thousand years ago and waiting a thousand years later are all just for you. I just went around in a circle and eventually came back to you.
You are the starting point and the end of my life.
I am just a flying butterfly between your fingers, crazy about you, crazy about you.
I am just a passing butterfly in your life, standing there waiting for your arrival.
It turns out that I have traveled through thousands of years just to see you and my life fleeting, just to meet you for a moment.
One game and one empty game, one dream and one sorrow.
Did I dream about the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream about me?
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