By the butterfly spring
I can't see
Our past
The past is like smoke drifting with the wind
Wandering in my heart
Falling leaves
Time in a hurry, such as three thousand weak water
As time goes by, it turns white, but it becomes forever
She likes the smiling face of flowers all over the mountain
Watching the changes of Cangshan and Erhai Lake
Cats in the Indus Inn
Old wine can't make our past
The wind chimes sway gently and the flute sounds melodious in the distance
The sound is like the fragrance of a dream
She's half made up, and we miss it all the time
Waiting for the melodious after several times of reincarnation
At the ancient spring by the water
But it can't dilute the world of rouge and powder
Opened the scroll of poetry and faded picture
Can't copy my missing for you
By the butterfly spring
I can't see
Our past
The past is like smoke drifting with the wind
Wandering in the heart
Falling leaves
Time in a hurry, such as three thousand weak water
As time goes by, it turns white, but it becomes forever
She likes the smiling face of flowers all over the mountain
Watching the changes of Cangshan and Erhai Lake
Cats in the Indus Inn
Old wine can't make our past
The wind chimes sway gently and the flute sounds melodious in the distance
The sound is like the fragrance of a dream
She's half made up, and we miss it all the time
Waiting for the melodious after several times of reincarnation
At the ancient spring by the water
But it can't dilute the world of rouge and powder
Opened the scroll of poetry and faded picture
Can't copy my missing for you
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