Lost Paradise

We can't see at least one butterfly
The sky has all fade to gray
Someone is crying tonight
Is there something to say?

Living ain't that easy
Loving ain't that beauty
Who are we supposed to be?
What's happening to me?

Where is that red one?
That butterfly I used to play with...
Has she really gone?
Maybe the problem is with me

Happiness... Does it really exist?
Or are we happy just when we do the twist?
Where is my little butterfly?
I wonder if she has died...

Happiness... Maybe it is where my butterfly is..