Tell of TheTwo Hearts

 While sitting on the way.

  I saw a colorful butterfly.

  It was sitting beside the rose.

  I thought that it would be proposed.

 It is the nature of the arts.

Tellof the two Hearts

  I could not hear their speak.

  It was so weak.

  Butterfly said something.

  I knew nothing.

  In love, they wear so fast.

Tell of the two Hearts

  Finally butterfly and rose left that valley.

  I moved slowly.

  The sun went down.

  Sky became brown.

  The story became last.

 Tell of the two Hearts