Sixth Color Rain

People say that rain is transparent and colorless. But in my eyes he is colorful. The rain falls on the leaves, it is green, and it is also my green light all the way. It is blue when it falls into the sea, which is my desolation, silence, and my tenderness. It was still gray when it fell to the ground, with a confused, quiet and melancholy mood. Falling on the rose, it is red, symbolizing my flaming love. It is golden when it falls in the dusk, giving me tenderness and companionship. When it falls on you, it is the color of missing. Missing, caring, missing is the sixth color in my heart. Do you say missing is the sixth color, or are you my sixth color? From the moment you became my thoughts, you have never been erased from my heart. Just let me remember it side by side.