Madame Butterfly (Cio-Cio San)

Pinkerton took my heart with promises as bright as the sun on the harbor. I gave him everything — my name, my faith, my soul. He left, but my love never did. I raise our child beneath the paper screens, I tend my garden, and I wait. Some say I chase a shadow, but I know better. One day, he will return, and all this waiting will bloom into joy.