Someone said that human life is only a moment. So what's the life of a butterfly that enjoys its flight for only a few hours? From that perspective, it's good to be human. But sometimes I envy butterflies. Their flight is short, but life is beautiful.
My name is Kenji, and I've been working at a beauty salon for five years. I enjoy my job, even though I don't always like the clients. However, today my client was a shy girl. At first, she was a little shy and distant towards me. But over time, she relaxed. As I later learned, her name was Aili.
I wonder what the world looks like through a butterfly's eyes. Is it any different from ours? Maybe it sees it upside down, backwards, or from below. I suspect a butterfly is an observer. It knows it's about to leave, so it wants to see as much as possible. It notices details I don't.
Today I arrived at the salon a little later. I spent a good part of the day taking care of paperwork. After all the chaos, it was nice to see her again, waiting for her turn.
Do butterflies have feelings? I've never seen them cry. Or maybe they just don't like being seen like that—that's understandable. But why haven't I seen them happy either? Could the thought of the impending end be depressing them so much?
Last night I had to stay late at work. She stayed with me. I don't know how it happened, but as soon as the last employee left the factory, we were locked in a hellish embrace, proving our mutual desire. But first thing in the morning, she was gone, and I never saw her again.
Then something happened to me. I started crying. Salty drops, one by one, fell into the small glass coffin. I thought that once I cried all my tears and threw the container away, my sorrows would be gone. Yet, even though each one landed in the coffin, some might say it was empty. But I knew it was full of dry tears I was afraid to shed.
My butterfly flew away. But now, as the redness drained from me, I believed I would find it soon.
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