salperta: He watched the springtime pass, without a thought “love comes so naturally and perfectly” is all he knew. Then summer came and fell into the fall, He longed for spring again, He longed for love again, Or so he said. They say that when the butterfly, Hatches from his chrysalis, he longs to be back on the ground. He longs for love again, Or so they say. //İnstrumental// Now he is an older man. He finds the eggs of butterflies And raises them until they fly away. He thinks about the spring, And into his living room Walks the girl who broke his heart, So long ago, And still he longs for love, and always will again...