Pipa. The lyrics of "The Love of Flowers and Butterflies", or the song and lyrics synchronized with the song

Pipa Language: Flower and Butterfly Love -- Mourning Caiyi

Lyrics: Maple Shade

Flower is not a flower, the flower flies in a messy manner and gradually fascinates the eyes

In the soft language of the flower, the colorful butterflies fluttered down on the shoulders of the beautiful people

The clouds are shuffling and the new traces are gradually coming in, and the wide sleeves are flowing with the fairy's worldly beauty

The light color wears the flower in a light dance and fills the Peony Park with fragrance. Peony Garden

The moon is half dead, and the stars are brightly lit and dotted in the early clouds

No matter what happens in the morning breeze, the love affair is half-born and dotted with light

It is only in pity that you don't see me and you don't pity me, and that you mistakenly turn your heart into a rumor

Even though the righteousness of the world is not yet fulfilled and the love affair is difficult to be complete, there is no regret, no hate, and no anger

The fog is not foggy, and the fog fills up and contaminates the surface of the stone steps

The colorful butterflies fly in the misty dreams

If you don't see me, I don't see you.

The setting sun is pale, but who will know when the spring is gone

The moon is broken and the mirror lake is beside the small building, and the empty fragrance is rolled up in the pearl curtain

In front of the painting building, the red color is scattered over the ripples in the water

How can I bear to be beside the clear pool, and the wish of my life is made into a piece of fallen flower

Pity for this life It's difficult to see each other again, it's difficult to have pity on each other, and it's difficult to remember the words of the old heart

Sigh: the fate of the 100 days, the refinement of the millennium, is dispersed along with the clouds, along with the rain, and along with the wind.

Flower and fog, fog and flower are in love

Dull fog and flowers, colorful butterflies wander in vain

Rain is over, the moon is shallow, the shadow stands all alone on the willow bank

The cold smoke and the evening dew are wetting the green shirt, looking back it's already a year

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in my life, and I've never seen her again.