The story begins with a pair of glass slippers
At first, Cinderella had no memories
She didn’t know how beautiful the Little Prince was
Until a bodhi tree grew in the Garden of Eden
That’s when we learned to be lonely
We wandered through Swan Lake, searching, searching
In the end, everyone gets their own ending
But after your glass slippers have worn through
Where did your Little Prince run off to?
The butterfly’s rose may still be waiting
In the Cambrian, hundreds of millions of years ago
I’m afraid this dreamlike illusion will fade before we have the chance
to meet
It's pretty cool, but still quite confusing. Looking forward to the next article