Your color implies the nature grasp the wind down your wings Gentle air Fly defying the sky
Beautiful nian yourself
Shook the pepadian
Flower tutted silently
Hi world
This is me
Butterfly
God created me in metomorphosis
Full of ugliness wrapped up later
Let hermit contemplate life
Until my wings appear to give love
I changed
Being a beloved figure
Between the flowers
Blend with the sweet smell
