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I am like a butterfly above a spring
I want to drink
But I'm afraid of drowning
You are the spring
The springs of love
Allow me to drink
Although a drop
Give me this coolness
The old one is abandoned away
I am like a butterfly above a spring
Fascinated
Your shadows dance at the end of the eye
Grunting the old heart is dead
Your presence is like the springs of love
Never dry out of longing
If I were drowned
I'm willing to be willing