Flowers dance, flowers weep, flowers cry, petals fly
For whom do flowers bloom? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
In that life
I waded through the water
and met you by the green willow river
You were dressed like a lotus flower
and bloomed in my heart
Like a flowery smile
drunk my heart
dazed me
and bewildered me
Since then
twisted my heart
with a smile of a flower, a smile that was so beautiful that it was a dream. I've been carving you into
that most colorful vermilion sand
and letting it penetrate deep into my bones
embedded in my soul
The path of the red dust
is full of blossoms
and I'm drunk on you alone
Bringing my splendor
to your garden
You said you'd be here.
I'll be waiting on the other side of the river
for that perfect love
A thousand years of reincarnation
A hundred lifetimes of looking back
But I still can't wait for the boat to cross the river
I can't see the you that I've been waiting for in my soul
Only the heavy thought of you will be staining my brows
The butterfly loves the end of the world
But I'm not sure if I can see you in the end of the world
The butterfly loves the end of the world. Butterflies love the end of the world
Migrating for a season and waiting for a season
You don't come, I haven't dared to grow old
Smoke like the red dust
Who gets drunk on the red flowers and who is withered on the green leaves
Who gets cold on the lack of a moon and who gets scattered on the rise of the wind
One season of blooming
One season of dying
Another season of fireworks on the other side of the river
Who decorated whose scroll
Who decorated whose scroll
Which is it, and who decorated whose scroll
Which is it, and who decorated whose scroll?
Who adorns whose dreams
Who is the red face of the other world
Who is the love that is engraved in the bones of whoever is born
Lost in the red dust
The deep sigh
Knocked up the full of thoughts
The red dust is a dream
Who is the one who buys the drunkenness for whoever is there
Who is the one who buys the drunkenness for whoever is there?