Standing alone in this world,
It’s fleeting and beautiful, yet bewildering.
Let’s weigh the righteous lies
And twisted truths.
Eventually, everything
Will inevitably vanish,
Even joy, even sorrow,
Will have melted away imperceptibly.
Even if I become a blue butterfly and flutter my wings,
I cannot change anything, not even a storm.
With these worn-out wings,
I’ll keep fluttering and flying,
To find you, crying.
Though the heart is innocent and transparent,
The truth is edged in black.
Will those blue lies only enhance their radiance?
Unable to bear it, tears overflowed,
There was someone to wipe them away.
A heart crying out to believe
Grasped hold of that light.
Even if I become a blue butterfly and flutter my wings,
I cannot change anything, not even a storm.
With these worn-out wings,
I’ll keep fluttering and flying,
To find you, crying.
Like the wings of a blue butterfly,
I’ll find you crying,
No matter where you are,
I’ll wrap you up.
the wings of a blue butterfly,
I’ll find you crying,
No matter where you are,
I’ll wrap you up.
Look, I found you crying.