I used to be a caterpillar.
Caterpillar that’s always ruins leaves.
Caterpillar that makes a plant becomes leafless.
I don’t mean to ruin the plant,
I’m just taking what God gives as my food.
Am I wrong?
How am I supposed to live if I don’t eat?

But now I become a pupa.
A pupa that can’t does anything.
A pupa that still alive though can’t move.
Sometimes when I remember my old life,
I want to be caterpillar that can move anywhere easily.
But when I take a look at butterflies,
I want to be like them too.
I want to have a beautiful wings and color like them.
I feel that I don’t want to be caterpillar anymore.
I want to be a beautiful butterfly.
I can fly anywhere with my beautiful wings.
I’ll make other bugs envy my beauty.

Now, I just need to wait.
I’ll try to be a good pupa that’s always waits for the day I’ll become a butterfly.
Yeah, I have to wait.
I’m sure I’ll become a beautiful butterfly someday.
Someday I'll spread my wings and fly high into the sky.