I walked and walked,
　　　　And covered a long way.
　　　　The beautiful scenery around,
　　　　I could not enjoy but play,
　　　　For a butterfly, about my eyes,
　　　　Was flapping his wings,
　　　　And leading me to an unknown bay.
　　　　He was so charming to me that I forgot
　　　　Who I am and where I stay,
　　　　And he was so near and so far that
　　　　Though I reached out my hands ,
　　　　Yet found nowhere to lay.
　　　　A hide and seek game was then being played,
　　　　The faster I ran the faster he flew away,
　　　　I stopped to rest,
　　　　And ahead he would await.
　　　　A spirit, a spirit, to myself
　　　　I would rather say,:
　　　　“I am tired now butterfly,
　　　　come to me and I won’t hurt you anyway.”
　　　　He seemed to understand and flew to me,
　　　　In a very graceful way.”
　　　　
　　　　Oh, I got him, I got him,
　　　　Indeed I got only a withered leaf.
　　　　Not to be the leaf, my butterfly,
　　　　You almost make a little girl cry,
　　　　An old ruddy –faced man
　　　　 with gray hair appeared and said,:
　　　　How nice a little girl you are,
　　　　Why going so far?
　　　　A girl but no longer little,
　　　　Thirty years I already travel,
　　　　So far to look for my butterfly,
　　　　Thirty years are so short in my eye,
　　　　You are a little girl and that is why.
　　　　I am two thousand and still alive.
　　　　Oh, great grandpa?
　　　　Please let me know what you are,
　　　　In a butterfly ‘s dream
　　　　I am Zhuangzhou,
　　　　In Zhuangzhou ‘s
　　　　I am a butterfly.
　　　　So a butterfly is a leaf,
　　　　And a leaf , a butterfly.
　　　　Then he part and leave me think hard,
　　　　Who am I ?
　　　　In someone’s dream,
　　　　I am Ellen
　　　　While in Ellen’s
　　　　Who am I ?
　　　　Who then am I ?
　　　　Still a little wild flower,
　　　　Dancing in a breeze,
　　　　Singing with mounts and river,
　　　　Who am I ?
　　　　I am Ellen in my dream,
　　　　I said to a bee passing by.