Last butterfly

I woke up from my long dream and found myself changing my clothes. My friends said that I am very beautiful and I am willing to play with me. I am also very happy. The weather is very good, and the grass we live on is full of sunshine. A large piece of flowers, red, yellow, blue, purple, pink, so beautiful! The awakened flowers and the wind watched us happily, and they all giggled. I am happy to play with my friends, let the wind gently touch the body of my door. I saw that a tulip seemed to be very depressed. I flew over and said softly: "Flower sister, what's the matter with you? Everyone is playing! Don't you play with us? Are you not happy?" The tulip smiled and said: "I don't have that blessing, hello. It’s fun!” “How can I not? You have! You can really, try to play with us!” The tulip smiled again and said: “You don’t understand, many flowers dislike me, I am Lonely. Lonely flowers naturally have no blessings to play with happy animals and plants!" I seem to be a little moved, so I still decided to say: "Flower sister, I will play with you in the future! I must make you happy, I You must be happy, do you understand?" She nodded gently and smiled.

I don't know why you have to play with a lonely flower? And is the friendliest friend. I don't know, everything is developing so smoothly...

I always think that the world is also friendly, but the ruthless reality turns my fantasy into ashes.

One day, a group of people came in. They collected herbs and flowers insanely and chased me in the same way. I began to feel the cruelty of reality. I was a little bit stunned, and my mind was blank... Under her reminder, I hurried to the sky.

When I came back, it was already a mess. The trees were lying on the ground, the flowers were trampled, and she disappeared, leaving only a purple petal. I hovered over the sky for a long time, and the moon radiated cold silver glow, and the remaining red left by the sun was like a drop of blood.

In the days without them, I lived awkwardly, trying to find a piece of paradise, but all the places are the same, there is no trace of a butterfly.

Finally one day, I flew into a net that I couldn’t fly anymore...

I woke up and found myself in a transparent glass bottle. At first, I was very panicked and smashed in this glass jar. Soon, I was tired, and the smell from the bottle made me sleepy. My heart hurts like a knife, and my body is also hot and burning. At the last moment of the loss of will, I thought of the days when the grass and the butterflies were flying, and the happiest days for me and her...