Empty color

It was a dreamlike dream. I sat alone on the hillside and looked up at the sky.

At the beginning, surrounded by white fog, it was empty. The sky is like a blank piece of paper, not stained with dust. I hugged my knees with my knees and looked straight at the pure whiteness in front of me. It was like a smiling face of a child, pure and as milky milk in a glass. It's clean, clean and clean.

Slowly, other colors are beating on the sky, and I blinked and saw that it was a bright red eye, like a strip of ribbon, rising and falling, swaying. I was so pleased that the tranquility of the genius was broken in an instant. I straightened my back and smiled toward the red. I could feel the warmth of the red color and warm my heart.

Gradually, the cinnabar on the sky disappeared, replaced by a clear green. The fiery heat just miraculously faded away, leaving a fresh and comfortable. I took a deep breath and slowly spit out the greenness of this body as if I was in a green forest, the insects called the birds, and they were comfortable. I stretched my legs so that they were completely close to nature, and the chest was filled with ease and comfort.

At the end, the forest inadvertently left me, the canopy was covered with its most beautiful coat, and the pure blue water of the water slowly danced. Between the clothes and the flying, I am so immersed in the world of the sea, and if I fly in the sky, there is an unspeakable desire for freedom in my heart. Yes, I prayed for freedom, so eagerly clamoring for the blue sky, or, how much I love blue, I love this color that is more radiant than the glass, more translucent than the dew. I stood up, hugged the blue of the sky, and embraced the blue in my heart.

As if it is a dream, it is like a dream. I am no longer sitting alone on the hillside looking up at the sky, I carry the dreams in my heart and embrace the sky together.