Lyrics: (one of the lyrics is: how much helplessness slowly experience)
Who wrote the butterfly into a monument
Who waited for a thousand years
There is always a dream in the red dust
Why should you ask about the right and the wrong
Throughout the vicissitudes of life
There is more to know that you have no regrets
There is more to know that there is no regret
Why did you do this?
Who turns flowers into tears
Who follows me in my dreams
Life is a drink
How to drink is drunk
Passing clouds and smoke
Face it openly
Cold tears blowing in the wind
To know what it's like to leave
How many frosts and how many broken hearts
How much helplessness is slowly being experienced?
Fallen flowers are like running water
The preciousness of flowers
How much searching and how much burden
How many landscapes are still the most beautiful
The most beautiful thing is that you are still the most beautiful thing.