Crimson Butterfly

Two sisters run through a marsh Peach flowers blossom Their petals covered the fields One of them Playing hide and seek faltered in a hole And fell down to a cliff Those peach flower became moths And from rose, their colour turned red Like the eyes of the dead sister A moth flew on the shoulder of the living sister Whispering that she came back to Mother Nature She went on, along her own way But suddently she bowed, cuz she saw a violin Covered by dry leaves and wet soil Suddently, when she played the ancient melody The moths gathered and wrap her Untill they become one with the girl Dressing her with a scarlett mantel Red hair, red eyes Red shoes, red dress The goddess of strength, revenge and love has born again So came the time of the crimson butterfly Carrying the soul of her sister, and guide of the lost souls Becoming herself a moth