I can see the color of the sound.
The harsh horn is dark red, the gentle greeting is light blue, the ex-wife's voice is gray, and the son's voice is bright yellow.
For eighteen years, I thought this was my world.
Until that day, a little girl who couldn't speak slipped a note into the crack of my door:
"Uncle, the songs in your store are very nice."
She has no voice, so she has no color.
But when she smiled at me, I saw it for the first time——
Light green.
Later I learned that some people have no voice, but they can make you hear the whole world.
