My True Color

                Close my eyes,
                start to lost in the thought of the old days.
                Something is painful,
                    something is cheerful,
                        but most of the time is so peaceful.
                Just like dusts, fake in the rain.
                No feeling, no taste, and no color.

                Open my eyes,
                start to realize the importance of nowadays.
                It is never too late to start,
                even with pieces of broken hearts.
                So, happy, stating to see the true color,

                I really want to,
                    to be the sunflowers,
                        brooming in the thunderstorm.
                I really want to,
                    to be a free grass seed,
                        spinning in the strong wind.
                Only if I really want to,
                    one day,
                        I gonna have my own color.