I saw these paints that you tried to show me
I saw these days but I should have listened to
But all these colors were not mixed here
Your mind is a palette,
You didn't know what to do
You can not know what to do
My view is invariable,
Full of darkness
My eyes swallowed
The whole range of colors
This is not despair and not madness
Only understanding, no sorrows
I saw these paints that you tried to show me
I saw these days but I-
But all these colors were not mixed here
Your mind is a palette,
You didn't know what to do
You can not know what to do
My view is invariable,
Full of darkness
My eyes swallowed
The whole range of colors
This is not despair and not madness
Only understanding, no sorrows
This is not despair and not madness
Only understanding, no sorrows
My view is invariable,
Full of darkness
My eyes swallowed
The whole range of colors
This is not despair and not madness
Only understanding, no sorrows
This is not despair and not madness
Only understanding, no sorrows
