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My breathing races when you mention blue...
The mirror that reveals my dreams
Raises my spirit unnoticed
When it's said "It's possible to go anywhere."
My fragmented wishes are marked entirely in grey

The swaying flames paint my dreams tonight
The tip of your brush isn't dried up?

The blue sky can be seen if you open your blue umbrella
That isn't good? The canvas is yours
I'll abandon time as I hold a white flag overhead
In order for deep red to invite the matrador now

Colors fade under a flouescent lamp
On the black and white of the chessboard, we met by chance
The time we lost our way, we nestled close
Do you recall that month?

Watching the orange colors of the setting sun with you was wonderful
Your mouth was an origin of catastrophe
Black clothes are only worn when praying for the deceased
The mark of rogue leaves behind deep red purposely

In myself, I see no dreams, like unpainted pictures
How many times must I fill this canvas?
I'll abandon time as I hold a white flag overhead
I am your unknown color now