Hey! You little butterfly, In the misty garden of other fly. I can fly, I can fly, I can fly high! - You say.
How can you desire to fly so high? With limited efficiency to reach the sky. Are you indeed worth of it? Or Are you giving just a trial? If you reach a certain height, That may be a bit of luck - insight.
But if you don't, do give a second thought. Perhaps this moment isn't worthwhile enough, Take it easy and try it over again - I console.
If destined, with your name on it, No wind can ever change your path. It has the only path, so unique.
The path that heads towards you; only you Even if flying to the least height In your own unique style.
There you are! You're bound to reach the sky. Keep it up! Keep it up!
