From the skies above,
to the deepest abyss,
I saw a black door,
once was a red door,
...facing up is not an easy thing,
when all your might is behind that door.
Then I met this painter,
as my eyes met her's,
where my heart singing loudly,
and I whispered;
"Paint my door dear,
Paint it red.
Paint my life dear,
Paint it colorful.
Paint my love dear,
so my love isn't black anymore."
Not realizing she's painted my world ever since I've seen her in our first meeting, and just now I knew it. Until she's finish her 1st phrase painting, I'll wait for her. And when it come to 2nd phrase, it will be us that paint the love together.
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