Cycles

Butterfly's sorry

Wings being broken

Red, white, blue

Sadness, dew -

Drops on grass

Love doesn't last

Butterfly's flight

Wings open 

Into the sky

Red, white, golden

Don't hold them

Just get the feeling

Of pure freedom

How the sun closes the sky

Get also its rise

How the wind blows

Golden, white

Sometimes you feel damaged

And sometimes you fly

These are just the cycles,

Cycles of your life