Butterflies, in late spring. A Jiao first dons a pale yellow dress, leaning by the window to learn to paint him.
It is just like seeing them among the flowers, flying together in pairs. For no reason, she wipes away her tears and smudges her rouge, making their wings droop.
Zhang Mi, "Butterflies"
I would gladly linger in this world for you, willing to cocoon myself once more because of you. What if mortal lives are short? Wherever my heart finds peace is my home.
*A short early work with a somewhat stream-of-consciousness style
*The blue butterfly is the protagonist, but this is not a conventional romance; it leans toward the supernatural and uncanny
Theme: A chance encounter at dawn and dusk becomes a lifelong bond
