There was a forest flower in the secluded forest. He was lonely. He used to spend all day alone. The pain of loneliness is cruel, hard to bear. In such a cruel cruelty of loneliness, Banful used to hate life.
Then, one day, in the softness of a falling afternoon, I met a butterfly of a wildflower. The color of the butterfly's wings was blue, and the blue wings were scattered. Bonaful was looking at the butterfly in fascination, but could not look back. The seeds of love germinate in the mind of the forest flower at the first sight. Butterflies saw Banful looking at him with such a surprised look
Said, "Why are you looking so shameless?" Hearing the melodious voice of the butterfly, Banful loses the power to speak and looks at the butterfly like a fool. The butterfly left without any answer.
Meanwhile, as the evening drew to a close, night fell, and the moon appeared with a smile. Bonaful can't forget about butterflies. The image of the butterfly floated in front of his eyes again and again, his melodious voice echoing through the corn, creating various thoughts in his mind. Butterflies and wildflowers come to mind again and again. He is smiling alone thinking that he is looking like a fool. No one slept that night.
Very early in the morning the butterfly comes small to the forest flower. Seeing the butterfly, Bonaful said in a haughty tone, "Why is it so late to come? Since when have I been waiting." Bonaful is speaking fluently, asking question after question. Butterflies are not saying anything, smiling and watching the movement of wild flowers. When the basket of wildflowers became a little lighter, the butterfly said, "You can talk so much! You can ask so many questions !I can't answer so many questions of yours, listen to me- I love you so much, you know, I couldn't sleep thinking about you all night, Bonaful. Truly, I have fallen in love with you. "Bonaful hugged the butterfly without saying anythingFrom then on, the two fell in love.
Butterflies used to come to the forest flower every day. The two used to talk all day. They were spending their days laughing and laughing.
One day, word became night, the butterfly stayed near the forest flower. The butterfly fell asleep with its head on the chest of the forest flower. Suddenly a heavy storm-rain woke them up. The butterfly was very scared, so the wildflower hugged him. It is raining heavily, the wildflowers are soaking wet, but the butterflies are not so wet. Suddenly a tree branch fell on the head of a forest flower. Bonaful pushed the butterfly away. Bonaful didn't have a chance to say anything anymore.
After a while the storm stopped, the butterfly with great difficulty pulled out the lifeless body of the wildflower from under the branches of the tree. The butterfly cried a lot and hugged the lifeless body of the forest flower that day. The weeping butterfly still remembers the forest flower, still searching for the memory of the forest flower in the crowd of green leaves .
