Through a pair of eyes, people can watch, appreciate, and marvel at the colorful colors scattered all over the ground in our world.
But my wish
Not a sharp contrast
Not the low black, white and gray
I just hope that the world will never have color
Just like when God came into existence
Even the concept of color does not exist yet
i hate
I wish I could take a brush and sweep across my hated eyes
I wish I could use a painting pen to straighten my ugly eyes
I wanted to pour paint into my eyes, which caused me endless pain, hoping that the corrosive content in it would corrode my world.
I hate color, but I can't help but use it to vent my anger
Don't look at me with those pitiful eyes anymore
Stop looking at me with that understanding expression
Don't face me with that fake smile anymore
Let me go, let me sink
Don't want to read anymore
This ugly, but not beautiful world
Duty- Ayumi Hamasaki