The first ray of dawn awakened the sleeping heart for many years, the tired soul sucking the essence of life, she slowly opened her eyes, redundant dust as if a layer of gauze, covering its original face. She struggled, a small body has become so powerless, all the efforts and seem so pale, the stubborn shell bound her freedom, the small space only her cold body shivering, she did not understand, chasing the dream for many years is not ultimately unable to wish. Unwillingly, everything has not yet begun is destined to end the success or failure. She slowly lowered her eyes, life at this time lost its proper color.
The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots, tears, eyes confused. All the memories like a tidal wave flooded into her dreams. Once she, pouring a world of 'prosperity, but only know how to wait for everything everything, accustomed to passive acceptance, but forgot to take the initiative to pursue, destined to her life of despondency. A thought rise, the sky at hand; a thought perish, the sky at hand. When life goes to a corner, she smiled blandly, if there is if, she will take the initiative to pick luxury red countless, to comfort the blankness of the passing. The end of the cycle of reincarnation into the starlight of the western sky, the hourglass of eternity for her to reverse the light of time, she planted the delicate mandala next to the stone of the three lifetimes, to pay tribute to the luxury that belongs to her. This moment, to start over.
Slowly open your eyes, there are still tears in the cheeks of the crushing marks, wasted once, do not give up this precious one back? The wandering eyes slowly converge on a point, the weak body at this time flooded with the light of life, yes, just this time, only this time. Listen to the string break, break the three thousand obsessions; attached to the flower smoke, smoke did not a wind ripples. At this moment, she accumulated all, ignored all the distractions, only one idea, only one - to break the cocoon. All is silent, life held its breath at this moment, the body seems to be torn by madness, blood spattered, stained every grain of dust in the air. "Still failed." She thought so. But the corners of her mouth overflowed with a remorseless smile, finally able to follow her heart to do something, no regrets 。。。。。。
The sunlight caressed every spirit on the earth, and a refreshingly mellow fragrance brewed the air. She woke up, the world has changed, the bound shell disappeared, a pair of red highlights of the wings appeared in her back, she waved, then the wind rose, in front of the hundreds of flowers became the stage of her dream. Butterfly fly, pursuing the dream for many years, finally in this moment became a reality, the notes inhibit the beating, this time no sound is better than sound.
Who will burn the smoke scattered, scattered across the trip;
Ken will be Shaohua throw, the achievement of the butterfly's long-cherished wish.