Once a friend said
The creator is a scientist
Soul is a bottle of water
Wrapped by destiny and color
Green, purple, yellow
Red as the color of love and sorrow
Why bother?
You might be gone by tomorrow
By the time, the most uncompromised creature
Life is wasted
By the time you think of the impossible machine
A distiller of adjustment
Let it be red
Let it be blue
Let them run in the vast grassland
Sing, dance, and smile, until they are taken
When the canines grow, greediness shows
As the age crusts the colors
Time again stands arrogantly as the undefeatable creature
Life is not lifes, it is only happens once
Dig your inner color; mingle it with the right one
As red and blue turn to purple, a depression
As if black and white give birth to a grey
Ask the rainbow, she knows the secret
Ask your soul, he knows the one
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