The butterfly

Did you hear that in the early autumn?
Gentle wind street singing love songs
And the yellow leaves are similarly sunny
Blue files are very honest

He lived alone in his shoes
The heel of pain in the path of disability
Life hit a thorn wound up fairy
Wilderness forever thirst for a bird

Today weeping for the forgotten moss
You like the flowers in the middle of the garden
Days he knew his heart plants
Sprouted from dry dew dry

He drew faith with white clouds
When the sun shines long night
Behold, the butterfly has just ripped the cocoon
Exhilarating squinting eyes ...