Butterfly I

Preface Butterflies flying in the sky Dragging incomplete wings It felt very tired and could not control its rhythm unconsciously. A gust of wind blew, and it spun around and fell down. Below is not a fragrant sea of flowers or a green lawn, But a dark crowd. I will die, really die. Butterfly thought in a trance. Yet it did not die. It fell lightly towards a boy. The boy just raised his head and saw the unconscious butterfly. So he reached out his hand and gently caught it. Butterfly felt the softness and warmth in his palm. The boy looked at its broken wings. "How pitiful. Are you dead?" But its belly was clearly still heaving, so it must have been flying for a long time. The boy put the butterfly into his coat pocket. The butterfly fell asleep peacefully. It wants to... If there is an afterlife, I can become a human again, If I could meet him again, I will definitely repay him. When the boy returned home, the butterfly had stopped moving. The boy dug a small hole in the yard and put it in. After watching it for a while, I filled it with soil and left. Will there be an afterlife? Hope there will be... It sheds a tear in its dream. [FIN] Intention: