A butterfly stretched its wings, When the snow melted. A butterfly stretched its wings, When the snow melted.

"You see that smoke? Coming from burned expectations." "You see that smoke? Coming from burned expectations."

The love of a mother is unconditional. It is undoubtedly priceless and precious. The love of a mother is unconditional. It is undoubtedly priceless and precious.

After all butterflies in the stomach It sounds so unreal! After all butterflies in the stomach It sounds so unreal!

I gently replied: It tells me that sometimes even nature needs to scream. I gently replied: It tells me that sometimes even nature needs to scream.

Just like those dark clouds as if telling me a story of melancholy. Just like those dark clouds as if telling me a story of melancholy.