When I close my eyes, I take a breath,
Just to feel the depth,
Of the fresh and faraway black.
It is the night when I can rest above;
It is the man who I can feel his love,
Yet it is just a color that I can never hug.
Black disappears when my eyes are open,
I cannot find it without direction.
Is it gone? Or it is just an illusion.
When I close my eyes,
Black and I,
We never say goodbye.
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