Fatal Disease..

My deepest sorrow is

just like a fatal disease.


It flies in my head

just like a butterfly.


I'm not flattered,

in fact,

it's other way round..


It seems to go away

but it comes back

from time to time.


It's just like a fatal disease.


It will never go away

like leaving shadows

on my heart.


Those butterflies will never go away.


Just like a heart failure,

there is always a shadow of those butterflies

like a stain on my heart..