The white moonlight butterfly
That emerges to the moon
The moon that floats alone in the midday sky
“I’m willing to bite off a piece of my own heart, I will deliver this for you.”
That, he says.

The white moonlight butterfly
That emerges to the moon
The moon that floats alone in the midday sky
“I’m willing to bite off a piece of my own heart, I will deliver this for you ”
That, he says.

One postman with googly glasses called to me
“I’ll be the one to tell them.”
So that is what he said
But, sadly after
It gracefully flies off far away
The only thing that stayed there were black ashes.

The flying smoke, died out again
I’m guessing, it’ll never be grown-ups …

The echoed feelings, lightly stroked the night
It stained the soil without growing enough
To become a single word and the feelings that fade out, created a sound.
So it’ll be remembered again.

So sing, so dance,
I won’t show any tears for you
Can you not hear that noise?
There’s no thought of turning back…now.

So sing, so dance,
Just looking away will not
be able to hide a thing

Over time, it looks like the feelings started to blur.
It waded through the silent night, and red flames burnt violently.
Come on at least, just echo even if today comes back
So it’ll be remembered again.

The echoed feelings, lightly stroked the night
It stained the soil without growing enough
To become a single word and the feelings that fade out, created a sound.
So it’ll be remembered again.

So you can go further than yesterday.