Here, there is a coquettish butterfly in the darkness.
She danced nimbly and flew toward the candlelight.
Suddenly,
ignited his own wings,
There was a brilliance that eclipsed the candlelight.
She is struggling painfully, or she is dancing wholeheartedly.
The beautiful wings are burning brilliantly,
It was as if this dance was what she had wanted all her life.
The swaying brilliance and the burning gesture,
There is one kind,
All the despair.
Breathtakingly beautiful, confusing and fascinating...