Butterflies, Fly, Fly, Fly

They missed the season when the flowers bloomed. When their hearts finally met, they still could not hold hands, leaving only regret and helplessness, a touch of longing and attachment. Again and again, that deep yearning would rise up and engulf you. A fleeting, hazy fantasy left behind an unforgettable trace of wonder, and a story with you as the backdrop became a distant, enduring longing.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.