I will become a butterfly if I die…

Fluttered high into the sky… without ever wondering why.

See the world from up above, look beyond the wings of dove…

Feel the cold wind when I swoop down… or sometimes feel the burst of the sun.

I will become a butterfly if I die…

Purple is the color… Embellished with bright yellow dots like the solar.

Suck the honey here and there, taste the morning dew that are rare…

Find a shelter in the grassland border… or posing with the pretty flower…

I will become a butterfly if I die…

Pygmy and fairy will be my forever friend, playing together, the world has no end.

Find a treasure at the end of a rainbow, then disguise it from the wicked crow.

You may think it’s only a fantasy, but my friend… it is truthfully a reality…

I will become a butterfly if I die…

On their earth there is no treachery… nor even jealousy.

It’s a world of freedom.. never a boredom.

One can choose to fly free, or perhaps just to perch in a tree…

I will become a butterfly if I die…

The clock’s ticking slower… and therefore days will be for ever longer.

Minutes are days and days are years, it’s just the way it has to be…

Don’t bother the time, said other butterfly… for the time will always come.

I will become a butterfly if I die…

Not to wave my wings goodbye, but to give you the warmest ‘Hi’.

To descend on your ring finger… and blessed you with happiness ever…

If you wish I will not leave, around your shoulder I will stay and heave.

I will become a butterfly if I die… You don’t need to ask me why…