The frozen flowers are being painted
by unknown painter.
The butterflies are looking for gunpowder
in the winter
to burn themselves
to burn these beautifull frozen flowers.
A Chaotic Circle with the power,
with the guns and gunpowder.
It confines everything except stars.
I want to breake these bars!
Without love our only chance is a miracle.
Can we save the butterflies
from this vicious circle?
Can we change the smell of gunpowder?
Can we change the world?