In the bright sunlight from the clear summer sky, I saw a small butterfly flitting absorbedly from flower to flower to seek floral nectar as if to enjoy its brief life to the utmost.
I had a fantasy that I could perceive the beautiful world it saw and the sweet floral aromas it smelled. I clearly sensed the ecstatic joy of living that the butterfly felt flying around freely in the cheerful sunshine.
In summers, butterflies fly about ecstatically and freely without any doubt and fear in the dazzling light of the sun.
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