Black Butterfly
Two moons where light was lostNail of silver that sticks in wristIt is watched by infinite stars.This appearance : without changing.
It is crucified in the small world if it sees in detail.
Memory of old timesEvery day when this wrist was freeIt was a wing.
It flew over the sky by the wing.There is a transparent wall in the presence.
The world that doesn't changeOnly 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 whenThis 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 changeThis wing requests the wind.I am black butterfly.To the hand that extends beautifullyThe given eternal life destroys the mind.The world that doesn't changeOnly 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 crucifiedThe world outside only watchingThis nail is shaken off.Exceed this cageIf the life stays in this wingWhat 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...