Dance Soul·butterfly

In the reincarnation of the world, what remains unchanged is the appearance. Using dance as a sword, whoever is scattered will remember your pity. With him, it was just a moment, already. Only sorrow, hope is shallow. The vicissitudes of life have long reached the point of simple solitary sleep, but my heart is cold, and the afterimages are engraved in my eyes. Whose string is missing? The tears have already flowed, as if they were like catkins. Green eyes and exquisite heart penetrate the mulberry field. The broken soul has passed away, but the dance remains.