I took the brush in my hand to paint some colors of happiness
But the brush was already filled with the dark color of soreness
To spread it on the canvas, I took a little pink
But the picture was screwed by the past grey ink
I washed the brush with the water of last tears
N repainted the canvas with two white layers
Now the strokes of colors look so live and bright
They have hidden the shades of the darkest night
I’d make sure, palette of sorrow doesn’t touch my brush again
N I’ll fill my canvas with the shades of happiness again and again!
