Come to me, little butterflies.
Let me tell you my words of wisdom...
Life exist for all, but life wait for no one.
Spring comes for all to bloom...
Summer bless the earth with sunny days...
Autumn means the beginning of the fall...
Winter buries all in ruthless coldness...
They comes, doesn't matter if you're ready or not.
Indeed, nature wait for no one...
Just like the passing time....
Everything grow old and die....
And there's no exception to that.
Your resistance is futile.
The end is inevitable.
Because every disasters...
The storm that is coming...
The flood that shall swallows...
Even the rain of fire from the sky...
They're all part of nature, after all.
Why are you afraid, my child?
You too, shall be reborn.
Doesn't matter if you like it or not...
I have a grave prepared for everyone...
And there's no escape from the inevitable.
So come to me, little butterflies.
Sing and dance for mother.
Until the end of your life.
I promise, that I'll keep you safe...
Here, in our little garden.
Here, in your little home.