Silent roses speaks on land...
Childish butterflies fly on mid air...
Lonely melody my comrades...
It reminds me of her...
My lovely maid, Khou Ger...
We both once sit together...
We smelled roses...
We watched the butterflies...
Wishing we can fly...
Leaving her...
My heart flies with the butterflies...
Watching her for me...
Years pass and i always regret farewell...
Today, returning...
She have left...
Butterflies fill no land...
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