One-day butterfly born in an autumn sorrow
You think always that leaves just die and never grow
You think always that wind just bringing only cold
That people live as they were told
But there were times when wind did warm
While people were far far from home
But no one was complaining on that fact
Despite the world was too abstract
And sorrow was not dwelling in their hearts
It was the summertime, my butterfly, it happens only once
But butterfly didn't listen to my words
The world was bright for her despite for me it hurts
One-day butterfly
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