No more butterfly
Where is my butterfly?
I just walk through woods and fields every day,
and I don't find
Single desire can't find a lonely love, she searched day and night
Hmm, this field is full of beautiful butterflies,
Colourful lives
Let's go to another field and walk on the paths,
Hmm, blind butterflies
Maybe this single desire is an invisible man's life
Hmm. Fields, goodbye
Single desire is a grouse, he just flies and flies
The grouse is a pheasant. No more butterfly
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