Don't you know that he's the pink butterfly,
Exploring the world as wind's passing by?
He can dance with the sun, can kiss the moon above.
He can count all the stars; he's the master of love.

Don't you know that fairies are his ardent playmates?
They sonorously chant the verses of the greats.
Their playground is over the stupendous rainbow,
Where secrets are hidden of the next tomorrow.

Don't you know that at night, succubus visits him?
She caresses his body with so lustful flame.
While in his sober sleep, she uses the slim chance,
To corrupt his manhood that will hurl her in trance.

Don't you know that the earth is only a wild dream?
All these are sheer illusion, all these are just shame!
For this fool, he alone is 'the reality'�.
All creations are concealed with obscurity.

Don't you know that his breath brings life to the flowers?
His pink tears quench their thirst like rain when it showers.
But most of all, don't you know that the reality of this fool,
Is only a quaint imagination and it's not real at all?

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