"The flowers are not flowers, the flowers are not chaotic and gradually become charming to the eyes. In the soft language of flowers, colorful butterflies fall on the shoulders of beautiful women. The

"The flowers are not flowers, the flowers are not chaotic and gradually become charming to the eyes. In the soft language of flowers, colorful butterflies fall on the shoulders of beautiful women. The clouds are relaxed and new marks are gradually appearing. The wide sleeves and flowing immortality are peerless and beautiful." are the lyrics of which song?

Singer name: Feng Ying'er

Song name: Butterfly Love·Mourning for Caiyi

Flowers are not flowers, they are flying around and gradually become charming

p>

In the soft language of flowers, colorful butterflies flutter on the shoulders of the beauty

The clouds are gradually refreshed, and the wide sleeves and flowing immortality are peerless and beautiful

The light colors wear the flowers and dance lightly, The peony garden is full of fragrance

The moon is half gone, and the sparks are shining brightly in the early sky

But in the morning breeze, the love is half-lived and flickering

I can only regret that you are not there, You are not merciful, but you mistakenly turn your infatuation into rumors

If the meaning is not fulfilled, the love is difficult to complete, there is no regret, no hatred, no resentment

The fog is not fog, the fog is diffuse and contaminates the stone steps

In a misty dream, colorful butterflies fly and no one can be seen

The evening light is pale, and who will feel pity after the spring is gone

Beside the small building near Broken Moon Mirror Lake , the fragrance rolls up the bead curtain

In front of the painting building, the red color spreads across the ripples of the water

However, by the clear pool, I wish to make fallen flowers for the rest of my life

Cherish it It's hard to see you again in this life, and it's hard to pity us again. We should remember the old words of our infatuated heart

Sigh for a hundred days of fate, thousands of years of practice, scattered with the clouds, rain and wind

Flowers and mist, mist and flowers accompany each other Two lingering flowers

In the misty flowers, colorful butterflies linger in vain

The rain collects and the moon is light, and the shadows stand alone on the willow banks

The cold smoke and late dew are wet and green Shirt, looking back, it’s already a year

The cold smoke and late dew wet the blue shirt, looking back, it’s already a year