Lyrics of Xu Song s Butterfly 30

It's been released since it was released.,Now the 4th ** "Socrates Has No Bottom" has come out.,I recommend you listen to it first.,There will always be.。

You must be mistaken, Xu Song has never sung this song, Jay Chou has sung Butterfly Ji.

Now the song is not so fast, his ** has just been released, how can it be so fast, wait.

No. **I've heard it all, but no, I'm depressed.

I don't have this song yet, but it's going to be in a few months.

April 1st! That is, today. Xu Song published a new ** "Socrates has no bottom", there should be Le! **Sheer. Love v absolutely!

Brother Song doesn't seem to have this song.

Yes, it's sung with Jinsha.

This is the song in "Socrates Has No Bottom", which was only released on April 1, and now it is not.

Some. But the connection didn't come out. The lyrics shouldn't be either. I'll be out in a few days. There are more new ones in March**.

Without this song, it hasn't come out yet.

There is no such song.

Another misguided child.

So far, there is no such song in Xu Song's song, and I don't know if there is a new **.

There are shrimp on the Internet.,Trouble to watch it yourself.,It's the most annoying thing to play the lyrics.。

Is it Jay Chou's butterfly Ji, Xu Song doesn't have this song, but Xu Song mentioned butterflies in his solo journey.

The original song hasn't been released yet, so let's take a look at the lyrics that I guessed myself.

Time for Butterflies (Guess Version).

Pure speculation, please wait for the official news of the original words. ）

Lyrics: Xu Song.

Guess the word: Ji Siyi.

Wait until the moon shadow is mottled.

Wait until the city is full of flowers.

Fly past your monument in a thousand years.

Copy the oath.

Wait until the stars twinkle.

Wait until the wind and snow are staggered.

Thousands of years later, you will be inked on your old paper.

Will be committed to observation.

Another acacia cocoon breaks.

Another piece of thought.

Who shed a few tears.

Drip into clear waves.

Melt human indifference.

At the end of the story.

Who made it all his life.

But it has become a song that has been passed down through the ages.

Extinguish the silence of the fireworks.

In the long river of years.

Don't pull Song Ge on Jay Chou for everything!!

There are a lot of allusions quoted in the words, to the effect that it is difficult to sigh that people's hearts are difficult to stay, and their hearts are melancholy and depressed. is looking for happiness, and the fame of half a life is just a vain.

Dream Butterfly Words: Stop at yesterday.

Singing Harmony Production: VAE

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.

The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.

Dream Butterfly is Jay Chou's song. Xu Song didn't have this song.

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Don't look back for profit.

The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.

Xu Song - Dream Butterfly.

Singing Harmony Production: VAE

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.

The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.

Dream Butterfly Words: Stop at yesterday.

Singing Harmony Production: VAE

Xiaojun. Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Don't look back for profit.

The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.

Singing Harmony Production: VAE

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Pushui is a leaf boat.

The leaves fall in autumn.

It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.

Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.

Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.

The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.

No sigh and no one smells.

Wandering the world is rare and splendid.

For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.

Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.

As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.

Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.

In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.

All things on earth have been seen through in the past.

Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.

Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.

Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.

There is no road between the mountains and waters.

Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.

Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.

When will the road of longing end?

Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.

All living beings stink of wine and meat.

I don't wait for the name.

Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.

The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.