I opened the diary, and the butterfly fluttered from the pages,
Your voice passed through the twelve-hour time difference and fell in my ears.
They say parallel universes never intersect, but when meteors streak across the sky,
The boundary between the two worlds is gently sewn into a line by the butterflies of you and me.
Concept: When reality gives people cracks, the real healing is not to sew up the crack itself, but to relearn how to see oneself and the world in the gaze of another soul.
