My Butterfly


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Prologue


White…

"The flowers…they blossom early this year."

Is this…snow?

"I wish they will stay like this always. They must be very sad and very lonely since everyone else is all but sleeping at this time of the year."

Red…

"They are waiting for spring and the sun. Snow is too cold and too unkind for them. They would never be able to withstand the loneliness and silence that night brings; they would grow to hate light and warmth because day takes them away too soon."

Flowers…? At this time?

"Then why these trees stand and blossom still? Snow and winter… They are cold and never kind to anyone. Especially winter. She is only beautiful. Merely beautiful but no more. Her look chills one's heart, her voice silences one's life, and her touch…"

That sound…

"…her touch takes away one's eternity."

Flute maybe? Who's playing…?

"And yet, without her, you know that we all would have not known life as life itself, or happiness as happiness itself."

White…

"That's what you told me before then? That one would never know one's life unless one saw death. That one would never feel happiness unless one touched sadness."

Are those wings?

"Of course. How can you tell if sweet is sweet if you do not know the bitter?"

Red…

"How can you tell if bitter is bitter if you do not know the sweet?"

Eyes.

"You do have to know both."

Please don't cry…

"Tell me again why only this flower blossoms in winter?"

Please don't be sad…

"If my white butterfly will dance for me one more time, maybe we will hear the story again."

You are not alone…

"And she will. Under the white tears of heaven and these red tears of earth, I shall dance for you."

Butterfly…

"Play."


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