A winter's nightmare sweeps away autumn's fallen leaves
Spring waters trickle, but cannot wake my drowsy heart
Alone, in this season of renewal, I break free from my cocoon and become a butterfly
After my transformation, I behold a world of wonders
The silken threads that once bound me, tangled and entwined
Spring waters murmur, carrying the past far away
Only I remain, resting on the windowsill of some home
While flowers compete to bloom, I find peace in solitude
This world, it turns out, is only a tiny field of vision
So even with broken wings, I will fly to the endless horizon
When the hills are awash with flowers, I will dance at last
Still, I fear the fallen blossoms may not grant my wish
Borrowed lyrics from the Butterfly's Song to serve as the synopsis
