Jun, do butterfly in this life

Jun, you know that the spring of March is cold.

I am nervous and shy

But dare not

Burning swaying calm and pretty

Jun, can you know no?

March's wind collection is gentle

I am waiting for the trembling of my face.

Put a touch

A bright smile will last forever in your eyes

I am waiting for a flower for you.

Yu Yan's five hundred years of glitz

Sleeping on the ice cliff

Waiting for you

A lover who loves my butterfly

You don't come

I don’t dare to smile

I am afraid that the old age will be dim

You don't come

I don't dare to have a fragrant aroma

I am afraid that you will not be able to smell my breath and slow down.

I would rather be a Buddha in Bodhi.

Nor is it a disaster for this life.

You fly over the sea like a leaf and fall for me.

then

Xiaguang will gently wash my body

then

A soft wind blew open my heart lock

Your wings hurt my core

My fragrance is colorful and your decadence

A butterfly's love flower

I have a sad reminder of the lonely Zen heart.

Illusion

Shallow spring softness

Fold into

Light and charming, one leaf jade

Maybe

You are the gentleness of the Buddha's heart.

I miss my past memories.

Imprisoned in the sky that has never bloomed

Just for you this butterfly

The flowers that indulge in this life are red and thin.

Your smile is my heart

The raging bloom of me has caused trouble.

For you

Ruilixiang has too much remnant

For you

Falling red is too persistent

If

You are afraid that the red dust made a mistake.

From then on

I will hide my aroma quietly

Don't fly away from my grace

Red dust love in the heart

Already burned into fire

You came before

You have loved

Don't walk indifferently

My petals are not willing to frown again.

My aroma does not want to be wrapped in layers.

My thoughts don't want to continue silence

Jun, love is already

Just make a butterfly that loves me in this life.

Even if there is only one season of blazing

Don't be painful parting

Even though my flowers will eventually fade

Turning into a street, a candle is still not extinguished.

If

Your wings are dip in my aroma

How can I deviate from my trajectory?

If

You are the embodiment of the previous world

How can I calm me?

Turn into a lotus flower

First grade: early summer ice and snow