A slow pace like this makes people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves. The lyrics are natural, unique and graceful, just like an old friend telling a dull story, simple and touching.
There is a butterfly among the flowers, which seems to be drunk. It flutters its wings and wants to fly out of the world of flowers, forgetting the understated oath, but "it can't fly out of the world of flowers."
I know, not drunk, but hurt by love.
Butterfly loves a flower and is willing to stay with it all her life to protect it from the wind and rain. However, soon, the butterfly realized that this was just its wishful thinking. When love is over, there is only one oath left, which is messy in the wind.
Letting go is also a kind of love. Flowers have a wider world, so let them gallop freely. If it is happy, the butterfly will bless her. If you accidentally get hurt, the butterfly will be more sad than it, as if it were her own.
Butterflies who are persistent in love are destined to grow old in memory all their lives. It was it in the dream, and it was it when she woke up. Because, this feeling has been buried deep in my heart. The "understatement" of flowers is "for my life".
What a spoony butterfly. However, how much love is perfect in this world? Many people, after experiencing unforgettable love, live with a person who doesn't love each other for a lifetime. Is nature good at playing tricks on people, or is God good at deliberately testing us all? Life goes on anyway. If you lose it, you are doomed to lose it, leaving nothing to miss. In fact, whoever leaves can live well, and whoever leaves can be happy.
Love can't continue, but at least there are memories, which is a kind of self-comfort. It is better to have loved than never to have loved.
Butterflies will still look for their favorite one. However, there is a pure land in my heart, which is always empty. This place, no one knows its importance, no one knows what the significance of keeping it is. However, the butterfly clearly knows that this is its only thought about the love it once had.
In fact, many people trapped by love want to become a drunk butterfly. I forgot when I was drunk and put it down completely.