A field in spring
dizzily running to catch butterflies
Lavender, white, and green.
Trying to catch our childhood.
Seeking what was lost.
Suddenly, the sun sweeps over the ground
in a rush of wind.
Traveling, it leaves a half-shadow,
You can go with the moving sun.
It is a magical juxtaposition of dreams and time.
In that moment,
if you do not hesitate, you will
travel to a fantasy land
you have dreamed of since you were a child.
Only your net left behind.
These chances come once in a while.
Dreams merge with reality.
Keep your eyes open
And keep catching butterflies!
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