What does Soda Green s stops mean

The stops at each station of Soda Green are the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, the so-called "tossing and turning body form is the stop of each station of life", comparing the life value of people and butterflies.

Stops at Each Station" is from a song by the band Soda Green, included in "Spring Daylight"**.

Soda Green, a Chinese Taiwanese orchestra, composed of Wu Qingfeng, Shi Junwei, Xie Xinyi, Gong Yuqi, Liu Jiakai, He Jingyang.

Stops at each station lyrics:

In the past, Zhuang Zhoumeng was a butterfly, and Hu Butterfly was also lifelike.

Self-metaphor is suitable for ambition and, I don't know Zhou.

Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly? Hu Die's dream is Zhou and?

When Haru set the benchmark for the division, I had a dream.

I dreamed that I turned into a human being, walked to the prairie and watched myself fly around.

The rain wets the wings, but it makes the fragrance of the flowers clearer;

Although the valley rain is cold, it makes the bright colors more majestic.

When I was a butterfly, I didn't know I was so happy.

Have I ever encountered this clump of flowers? Or is it because of me?

Will I ever meet him again? Or have I never bloomed?

However, I know that the flower has been marked on me from now on.

chaque papillon était le fantome d'une fleur passée,revenant à la recherche de elle-même)

Each butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, coming back to find itself. >

The reclusive woman, her friend said.

It was only when I dreamed of being human that I realized this neglected happiness.

est-ce que j'ai vraiment rencontré cette fleur? etait-elle née pour moi?

est-ce que je vais la revoir? n'ai-je jamais éclos? )

Have I ever met this beautiful flower? Was she made for me?

And will I be able to see her again? Or have I never bloomed? >

Looking for the butterfly in the past life, he became a human in the tentacles of dreams;

The physical form is the stop of the stations of life.

People who know too much are tripped by their hearts and eyes, and they are lost in and around in their calculations;

And the wings that are not afraid of tapirs and do not understand life and death are flying in the most beautiful scenery.

I look forward to waking up as a happy butterfly.