BUTTERFLY CONE

If I asked, would you wipe away my loneliness?
If I begged, would you fall from my collar?
Your fury burned too deep—I couldn’t bear it, hollow world
I shut myself in, to a lightless realm.

In a world so bright, I’ve no more patience for lies.
Seasons have betrayed the truth—snow falls in summer,
Spring was blurred by all four seasons,
False spring came to winter, and the bud was burned.

Can love exist in a heart that’s never known love?
Can wine be born in cellars without a cask?
Wine rests in the cask, you in my heart
Come and stay so I may steep myself—my soul within your soul.

Let me be a sip of your wine,
A single drop of love—you in my heart.
Be the sun to my heart left cold in the frost,
Be a star to my eyes that have known no light.

In my heart, I’ve nurtured a butterfly cone,
Be the butterfly—let’s soar to the stars.
Let me be the Dawn, fall into your eyes,
And you—be the butterfly cone in Alibaba’s soul…