Two moons where light was lost
Nail of silver that sticks in wrist
It is watched by infinite stars.
This appearance: without changing.
It is crucified in the small world if it sees in detail.
Memory of old times
Every day when this wrist was free
It was a wing.
It flew over the sky by the wing.
There is a transparent wall in the presence.
The world that doesn't change
Only the needle at time: movement.
I am a black butterfly.
I was born due to a small miracle.
There was no sky there if it noticed.
By being only now … the enclosure by the wall…
Without understanding whether there from when
This nail deeply carries me out.
Nobody doesn't see the star that flows from two moons.
Even if you know the world that might not change
This wing requests the wind.
I am black butterfly.
To the hand that extends beautifully
The given eternal life destroys the mind.
The world that doesn't change
Only the needle at time : movement.
I am a black butterfly.
I was born due to a small miracle.
There was no sky there if it noticed.
My wing crucified
The world outside only watching
This nail is shaken off.
Exceed this cage
If the life stays in this wing
What I feel.
The memory is retraced.
It asks me.
It tied to the chain of the fate.
I am crucified black butterfly.
Ah … Because the eternity is unnecessary for the life of the lie.
Black butterfly...