I wake up,
a little butterfly was sitting on my hand
he was white with black wings,
it was the same butterfly I saw in my dreams..
he follow me the whole day,
the next day I waked up,
he was death..
I cry,
my tears are blood,
the blood drups on the death butterfly,
the butterfly waked up..
he fly's away..
never I have see this butterfly again
until in my dreams
he said, when you die,
you took my soul
then you're a butterfly
the butterfly you haved ever wished you are..
one thing I would say the butterfly,
butterfly,
Thank you..
- sorry voor mijn engels als da ni klopt.. mja mijn gevoelens kloppen ook ni..-