Ask me to come with you.

One little girl was sitting on the ocean shore and looking at the endless expanse of water. Her gray eyes reflected the reflections of the sunset, and her hair was highlighted by the rays of the sun. The silence of the surrounding nature merged with her quiet breathing, and the light shimmered in her sad eyes like magic butterfly wings. She was completely alone, feeling superfluous in this vast and ruthless world. The difficulties of life multiplied on her shoulders like impenetrable clouds, and the delicate butterflies that once struck with their beauty were now dying, lost in the seething waves of grief. She wanted so much to see the world and discover all its wonders. She wanted to fly like a bird, look at people from a height, feel joy and freedom without borders. But instead, she spent her days dreaming of wings that would allow her to leave this depressing place. One day, she heard a song and cried, which made her heart unwilling to stay in place. "Call me with you," the singer's voice rang out, like a calling breeze that mysteriously attracted her with magic threads. This song became her secret guide to a world where the wings of sleepy butterflies can flap again and lift her higher. The girl left her home and gave her faith to the wings. One last look at the gray streets of muffled life, and she used all her strength to collect raindrops that would shine crazily in her hands. Now no one can stop her. She was flying like a whirlwind fluttering in the sky. Together with the wind, she swept over the mountains, the most colorful fields and narrow streets. There was a beloved voice in her heart, filling the void of sadness. She gave her tears to the ocean so that the sun could dissolve them and give her joy again.