It's about love...A lovers who are helpless against tradition. their right to be loved and to love the wheels run over conceit of a value that had long faded.
When i was so young my mom always sang the song about love is like a butterfly alighting wherever it wants. When I was growing up, I said to my mom "Yes love is indeed like a butterfly, alighting on the go just like me now who are in love" then my mom so delightful said "ooo great i'm gonna have a grand child...." "noo mom, it won't be happen!"
For the sake of modesty holds the value of tradition, my mother collapsed unconscious. I scrabbled to find a new stand. my efforts completely meaningless, I die and become worm on mulberry leaves.
I became a cocoon. I want to be a butterfly, because love is like a butterfly the butterfly is like love, alighting wherever he/she wants. entrust happiness at heart he/she loved.
I transformed into little butterfly protruding from the cocoon. I tried both joyous flutter of wings, flying among the flowers smile. The joy of the world so dazzling. I don't realize the world want me to dance with other butterflies, but I chose to set in place my feet on top of a sprig of chrysanthemums proletarian surrounded by thorny bushes. But the chrysanthemums were greeted with compassion.
Love, if you never let it test the loyalty of brave, you'll never look the greatness. then only silence is what will you reap. you think you glorify love, but you use it for your selfishness, you are destroying the name of love for my happiness petals.
BUT TRUE LOVE WILL NEVER LOSE......
Many of yearning love, true love is never disappointing. But the tradition and majesty of a value engineering heartbreaking love-stricken.
Your nails tore my pair of wings that is not created to fight. Just like Romeo and Juliet together I had fallen under your feet. from where we are experiencing the glory of love has degenerated, your face is not visible. Your chest swelled too high blocking my gaze.
But you also do not realize what you have done. In the name of tradition, the value of divine majesty, material wealth and you destroy the value of our normality. what can we do? we never understood why until the end of time ...., maybe
I was a small sprig of chrysanthemums, the holy crown of the bud unfolds. Beautiful butterfly landed its little legs, happily swinging in the wind finger jokes. Solar smiled from his throne in the eastern horizon, when its rays lighting, the clumps trying shaded by an umbrella of leaves.
In which the water is crystal clear river flowing refresh our love. Until you come up with a piece of shabby edict.
Is there something wrong with us? No one dared to answer !!!
My little petals spilled on land earth crying. So its sobbed through its tears washed away my little petals and butterfly wings torn off.
Our love story will continue to flow even unstoppable. Because we are real. Because only the power of love that can stop the hypocritical behavior. Because the strength is only going to be miserable for a moment, because only eternal love and knows no tradition of conditions.
