Hey! You little butterfly,
In the misty garden of other fly.
I can fly, I can fly, I can fly high!
- You say.
How can you desire to fly so high?
With limited efficiency to reach the sky.
Are you indeed worth of it?
Are you giving just a trial?
If you reach a certain height,
That may be a bit of luck - insight.
But if you don't, do give a second thought.
Perhaps this moment isn't worthwhile enough,
Take it easy and try it over again - I console.
If destined, with your name on it,
No wind can ever change your path.
It has the only path, so unique.
The path that heads towards you; only you
Even if flying to the least height
In your own unique style.
There you are!
You're bound to reach the sky.
Keep it up! Keep it up!