Like a gust of wind on a pleasant day,
it comes in every way
Due north where you're heading
or the south where ends is just beginning
It doesn't matter where you are,
it is just how the butterflies in the field see you from afar;
A flower in bloom, or a dying bud
no matter what you do, it will just be something you once had
Every petal wilted
will just be memory wasted
never underestimate the power of words
for it is sharper than the sharpest sword
Pick-up the pieces of broken things
Fallen grace of butterfly wings
Magic that your heart casts
Strange feelings of what was lost and never lasts
