Translucent butterfly. Whichever flower it lands on, its wings will be dyed with the color of the petals.
Leaving the flower, it seems to dissolve into the air, like a dream or an illusion.
Run as hard as you can. The butterfly, after all, is still... Passing away with the wind.
In a flash of lightning, he was imprinted in my heart, but why had I had to spend my whole life forgetting it.