"There was such a butterfly. He stayed away from the flowers and jumped into the water without hesitation. His companions thought he was crazy that there would be a butterfly that committed suicide by throwing itself into the water. He was struggling hard in the water, and the water restrained him, like a shackle holding him tightly.
What his companions didn't know was that this was his tribute to his beloved dead flower and his redemption of a love that was too late to come to fruition. "
--- So, my dear, my leaving is a kind of commemoration.
Conception: