| On Change And Transformation Of Butterfly | My Beloved Star |
| The caterpillar crawls and eats | As I stood on my apartment's balcony |
| And grows, climb, eat, crawl, climb and eat | On the sixteenth floor above |
| Of all of his lives, can he fly very high? | Watching the city's skyline |
| At the other side of horizon, his name was Leslie Cheung | And gazing at the city lights below |
| One day as the caterpillar looked | Flickering like a thousand fireflies. |
| As a beautiful butterfly sailed by. | |
| He was sure that someday he will be as beautiful as it | As I look up at the sky above |
| The tough Leslie. | A bright moon shining down |
| Of these uncertainties and windy road | Bathing the sky with its haloed lights. |
| What was The Answer of his dream? | Far away in the horizon |
| Perseverance, Diligence, Talents. And hard work. | A thousand stars were twinkling |
| All of these and more are involved. | Like precious diamonds sparkling |
| God must stop in the caterpillar journey | In the silent of the night. |
| For transformation, what he can become. | |
| One must change to a much sentimental mess | One star stood out amongst the rest |
| to undergo metamorphosis and change. | Its twinkling lights far brighter than the rest |
| Is the potential understood? Is it realized? | I could see you bright and clear |
| Off course it is. | And feel your presence very near. |
| It is about letting go, trust the process | Mesmerised by your endless twinkling |
| Of growth and experience and his view. | Like a beacon in the sky |
| It is Becoming. He is more than he is | Guiding me towards you. |
| The colors are on the butterfly | |
| Majestic monarch of the sky, | Is that you, my Beloved Star ? |
| holder of universal secrets and reasons why, | That never fades away |
| color any canvas, touch many hearts | Hovering high above in the horizon |
| to live in joy | Embracing me with your warm, glowing light |
| But Leslie the most beautiful butterfly needs peace | Like a thousand tender kisses. |
| Once he did struggle to be free, | |
| Why the dirty hands grasp him so he could not fly? Release him, please! | I shall never forget you, my Beloved One |
| Lets fly together dear Leslie | Nor let you out of my sight. |
| and sore beyond time, once upon, | I shall never forget your brightness |
| our silken wings God has spun, | Lighting up my darkest corner. |
| I know you can fly higher | I shall never forget the tender moments |
| Leslie is a butterfly in Human-Skins | And happy rendezvous |
| In blissed ignorance many people believe only they are so clever | Treasured in my heart and soul. |
| The people scheme a little deception | Forever and ever. |
| They are colorful and camoflauged | |
| He could not bear in artificial typhoon made by them | If only I can build a bridge |
| An awareness arises | To reach you every night, my dear |
| from the deep within the mind | And tell you how much |
| where God hides | I love and adore you |
| waiting to be called, | Forever and ever… |
| whispering hauntingly | |
| "Come deeper, find me!" | Nancy |
| That day come when I can not see the most beautiful butterfly again | |
| He has turned to be The Red Butterfly | |
| That day I cried: "Leslie!" | |
| I know the Leslie has flied very very high. And higher | |
| Has he found God? | |
| Or God has found him. | |
| An awareness arises | |
| from deeper within the mind | |
| where God is there | |
| waiting to be called, | |
| whispering continually | |
| "Come deeper, find me! | |
| The world is a butterfly's wing. | |
| Be gentle and come deeper." | |
| Eunike |