It is my very love that colored me gray.
All humans are a canvas.
Born blank, colorless.
Unless life starts and they are painted.
Different colors, a rainbow.
A happy, satisfied person would surely be a colorful masterpiece.
But me,
I was colored gray.
Colored gray by the very love I have.
Please, I beg.
Do not color me anymore.
I am not a machine.
Please, I beg, my love.
Do not paint me anymore
For I know I am a colorful bird
In the canvas that I am.
