When the color recedes from the eyes,
There is only gray left in life,
What is left in the room of love?
However all this,
It should be said that it is the ugliness of human nature.
Or should we say it is the sin of life?
Or maybe it's just that black.
Lost people,
Lost in the maze of hell.
Heaven may be right in front of you,
And you can't see it.
What makes your eyes blurry?
Eternal tears...