Butterfly flies, butterfly flies
Intoxicated by your sinking fish and falling geese
Go, go, go, go, come with me.
Bailey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Balia. Hey, Balia. Hey.
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound.
As long as you are perfect, I would rather be broken.
The spring breeze comes to accompany the autumn leaves to decorate the long snuggling.
May the weather be beautiful and perfect for you and me.
Happy and sad because you are sunny and round.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, no regrets.
Jump, jump, jump, jump, chase people, get drunk
As long as you are happy, I would rather turn to ashes.
The fragrance of charming iris in spring willows will eventually meet.
Butterflies fly