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I always had an unconditional
smile on my face,
which was stuck like a butterfly
between two big roses.
But now the roses are withered
and the butterfly flew forever.
.
Those fairytale days were perfect.
Where the stars shinned too much,
the fresh air smelled like natural perfume,
and the fog looked like real snow.
The tears were happily living in the eyes.
And the love was all I used to get.
.
Now I regret why those days,
stepped in my life before,
if they wanted to last forever someday.
Now the stars and the stars have separated,
and the wild black clouds
have taken the left over little stars.
.
Maybe the air still smells like perfume.
But I can't feel it,
'cause my nostrils have stopped breathing mentally.
so even if I want to,
I'd never enjoy the smell of natural perfume again.
Oh, those fairytale days are over.
.
And the fog is afraid of the hot sun shine,
that it isn't seen anymore anywhere.
Now I just feel the hot winds,
and orange-yellow lights everywhere.
The sky looks sad and the sun looks angry.
They are just showing how I am feeling.
.
The tears come out as their population
keeps increasing,
and they can't live all together
as they can't all fit.
So they come out as the heart throws them out,
and unknowingly they make a long river.
.
The fairytale world,
was all I ever needed.
But only if they were to be forever.
And now I'm back to my original life,
which is sad and regretful,
let's say with a sigh, the fairytale days are over.