When serenity is a gift,
Gazing at the treetops swaying in the wind.
A blue-spotted butterfly fluttering around that flower. No yesterday, no tomorrow.
At the cliff of remembrance and oblivion, All blanketed with dark clouds
Without lights and shadow.
Only empty blue eyes,
No yesterday, no tomorrow.
The same blue-spotted butterfly. Flowers bloom and wither.
No yesterday, no tomorrow.