Butterflies. Butterflies, butterflies… Nice and gentle… How beautiful you are, fluttering creatures. 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, how sad it makes me see you mistake the fire for the sun and hurriedly fly to it. 

Now and then you catch it and take it away from the fire. It is so beautiful you want to save it.

You let it go but it rushes to its death at a furious speed.

You try again and again. It is so beautiful you feel sorry for it.

However, nothing helps. This must be the power of its nature.

Oh-oh-oh-oh, butterflies, sweet butterflies, you are so similar to women.

September 24, 2000