Once our love was like a generous paint box
We were doing fne for a long long time
We fxed ourselves inside the colours and never made a difference
As we liked them all the same
But we could not maintain this colourful feeling
The colours started to blend
We are placed in grey but still we pretend
To see their great variety
I was never sure:
"Which colour is the one that you adore?"
That's when I lost it and
I became as white as a wall
And as black as a fy