in the deep

if i could, i will dye the world with deep blue.
it's a little triste but also a little cheerful.
it's the colour of enternal summer
that stands for freedom, youth, sweetness, and sourness....
though finally we're getting old like paper photos inevitably fading,
thousand times of bright moments won't dim.
'cause it's the memory--the flash of time,
albeit tempus fugit.