The black in front of you is not black. What kind of white are you talking about? The sky blue that people say must be the gentlest color in my world. I look at your face, but I can only see nothingness. Did God cover the curtain in front of my eyes and forget to lift it? You are my eyes that lead me to experience the changing seasons. You are my eyes that lead me through the crowded crowds. You are my eyes that lead me to read the vast sea of books. Because you are my eyes, allowing me to see the world right in front of me.