The Colour of Sound
I believe sound has colour, and colour has sound.
Blue is sad music, and sad music is blue, Red is loud music, and loud music is Red.
Different colours mean different things, I always imagine the colour of change.
Change is different, and different is change.
Change and Different are purple, so therefore bittersweet.
Love has different rules.
There is blue, red, purple, and green, or any colour you have ever seen.
Love can be green, or envy the same, or love can be yellow, just simply a haze.
Colours are strange, but music is too, and it all depends on a person called you.
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