Dead flower

I cried all night
When saw a dead flower
The butterflies were not hurt at all
When their favorite flower withered and fell to the ground
They only meant up to the fragrance
They will not even remember this flower now
By now they must have gone out in search of new flowers
A whole seven days
The flower gave love to the butterflies
To quench your thirst
By drinking all the juice of the flower forgot,,,,,,,,