You say
What is this world?
I bowed my head in silence, the incense palace filled with smoke
In the blink of an eye, through thousands of causes and conditions, I see you
The sycamore leaves droop, the winter rain drops on the steps
you say
I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passerby
The setting sun is as bright as blood
Between the dead branches
You are silent
Said I seemed to have had a dream
Just like Zhuang Zhou
dream about a butterfly
I thought
I can bring you back
Return to this soft and red world
But you said
If there is fate
See you in the next life
Another winter
I return to Suzhou
Just opened the things you left for me
a photo
a very short letter
a perfume
in the letter
It's your same tone as always
Wish me peace and joy
back of letter
i saw you write
my fall
It was an unsuccessful butterfly change
different from the world
You tried to catch me too
but in the end
Wave your hand and set me free
I went to Hanshan Temple
Just in time for the New Year
People from all over the world who dare to ring the bell
There are also people who wish to fulfill their wishes
I put a stick of incense for you to fulfill your wishes
Leave in the crowd
I'm on a dead branch in the temple
Saw a butterfly's cocoon
Think of you saying
If I were a butterfly who couldn't break out of the cocoon on my own
I'd rather die in a cocoon
Rather than being cut open by someone
have wings
see heaven and earth
But can't fly
I wanted to say that at the time but
If someone cuts open a cocoon
Not sympathy
But what about love?
The bells startled the jackdaws
Winter in Suzhou, Jiangnan
looking for a butterfly
your reincarnation
Intention: You came to me in the winter rain in the south of the Yangtze River to give me a dream of a graceful butterfly. Suddenly I woke up from the dream, the fragrance of spring passed away, and the person left.