My life is blank and pale
Filled me now with your paint.
It\'s up to you if it\'s a scenery or under the sea
What important is, you paint the world with me.
Grasp a brush and make a stroke,
Of a wild animal hiding behind the oak,
Or the fishes into the crystal clear water of the falls,
Acrylic, oil pastel, or watercolor?
It\'s up to you if you use it all.
Your hand began to move,
Color it all with a groove,
I\'m the canvas and you\'re my paint
And you will never hear any complaint.
~○Gel○~