Shape of color

Spring is here The color of wind turns into blue Fake glass trees are easy to be broken Iris in heart is trampled It never comes here any more No one knows my suffering No one find out that it's there I blame me, it brings grief rain I blame me, under countless stars Fall is here Heart turns into brown Shadow get regretted to fade away The empty vessel stays there deserted Everything melts away by and by No one knows my suffering No one find out that it's there I blame me, it brings grief rain I blame me, under countless stars Something twining at feet Thousands of vision Colors concede to others that should not be Brightness comes around again Color in the world are scattering through Never comes back to be the only one To protect itself over creation For the song remaining its shapes Winter is here Heart brings hot snow Frozen ice covers all of it The sun in the dark wets all of the hearts As if they all are imitation No one knows my suffering No one find out that it's there I blame me, it brings grief rain I blame me, under countless stars Something twining at feet Thousands of vision Colors concede to others that should not be Brightness comes around again Something twining at feet Thousands of vision Colors concede to others that should not be Brightness comes around again Color in the world are scattering through Never comes back to be the only one To protect itself over creation For the song remaining its shapes Color in the world are scattering through Never comes back to be the only one To protect itself over creation For the song remaining its shapes