I am a butterfly.
I am carrying a flood of tears, rushing down some unknown path. Why am I going?
Hey, we are all rushing like this toward some unknown place! What others spend their whole lives trying to find courage to say, I, a butterfly, can speak these truths in a split second! I don't give a damn about society, judgment, customs, learning or wisdom—never have, never will!
True to my name, I was born with the nature to soar in the sky. I only know how to live freely. Since I am not enslaved, I don't encourage slavery either.
But you are not like me. You are selfish. Whether you are free or enslaved, when you see someone else breathing freely in the open air, your bile rises! Why? Living wrong for so long, you've forgotten all the paths to living right!
Though saying you've forgotten isn't quite true—you actually choose to forget! Isn't that right? When did you last have the courage to admit the truth?
Well then, keep forgetting the truth! I'm so tired of it all! I can neither forget the truth nor paint myself with lies. Living transparently is terribly difficult, you know? And at the same time, terribly peaceful. After food and shelter, a person needs only this transparency with themselves. Nothing else matters.
So as I was saying! When I fly through the sky, I observe closely all human emotions and feelings. What a terribly beautiful world! I can no longer bear the glitter of the most sacred teardrops.
Tell me, by becoming a bird, have I made some mistake?