2. Lyrics
Who wrote the butterfly into a monument
Who waited for a thousand years
There is always a dream in the red dust
Why ask about right and wrong
Throughout the vicissitudes of life
The more you know, the better to know no regrets
Who turned the heart of the flower into tears
Who will always be with you in your dream
The cup of life
How do you know what it is like to live with the wind blowing in the air
Why do you know how it feels to part with the world? p>
How to drink is drunk
The past is a cloud
To face it openly
The cold tears are blowing with the wind
To know the taste of separation
How many frosts and how many heartbreaks
How many helplessnesses are experienced slowly
The falling flowers are like running water
To know the preciousness of the blossoms
To know how much the blossoms are worth
To know the preciousness of the blossoms is to know the preciousness of the flowers.
How much searching and how much burden
How many landscapes are still the most beautiful
Who turned the heart of the flower into tears
Who will follow you forever in your dreams
The cup of wine in life
How to drink it is still drunk
The cloud of the past
Face it openly
The cold tears are blowing in the wind
That is how you know how it feels to be parted.