Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, fluttering about as a butterfly, carefree and content, unaware that he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he awoke, and there he was, Zhuang Zhou again. He did not know whether Zhuang Zhou had dreamed of being a butterfly, or a butterfly had dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou.
Ah, it's over People always long for things they don't have. Is this instinct and normal?
Witchcraft. . . This There is no logic in this. .
Who do I remember? Ethereal, or is it? Also hate butterflies. . I don't hate looks. .
Flowery thing? Butterfly? Blame, blame for the blood of a dog? Haha, well, although I haven't read it, I feel familiar with this word.