We look like a butterfly
She can fly
So we can try
But at the end
We will all die
I sit in the yard
Relax isn't very hard
Close my eyes
Open them
Is that Wonderland or a world where no one can stand?
I don't think so
I see a butterfly
And in my finger a tie
I don't know what's the relation
The butterfly goes far
I flowed her to know what will happen
The fog everywhere
I can't see her
Keep running till the end
I feel like running in the void
Finally I can see
But I fall down the same as the butterfly
Her cut wing in the invisible floor
White and anonymous
Then the tie untie itself
