Too Late - Pati Yang

pink butterfly

lost her fingertips

would you help her searching

we live only three days

and i am just about to loose my wings

help…

your eyes follow me

your shade spys me

i won’t let you make love to me

ever again

'cause it hurts too much

and looking deeply into your eyes

i cruelly say

that i would rather be a butterfly

than one who lets your hand

touch one’s neck