There's too many line in my color life
there is butterflies flying in my head
a while give some smiles and laughs
sometimes too sweet...
too sweet...

i am not a poet...
who can writes some beautiful line...
to make world like unrealize
and i am not a stars
who can make shining
around.....

so many things come and go
pretty colors between my lines
but i can't go with your color
behind....

true color still mine
even i know there's long way to go...
it this what it this
wishes sometime come true
or just to good to be true....
just me and you
it's made on the hard..
line....

your color come to show my line
that i still alive...
to made colors by your..
line....