The dry butterfly

You fly, I fly, everyone else would fly,

Mountain is high, sky is high,

But you try, I try, everyone else could try.

We trapped in the net of the life,

Like this butterfly, and another butterfly.

Die and dry,

The butterfly just wanted to fly,

But it’s trapped and died.

You fly, I fly like the butterfly.

The beautiful butterfly.

Written by Haimi Wak

Photo by Haimi Wak

Inspired by Dr. Seuss

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