Red is the mark of your lips

Green are the views we’ve seen together

Yellow are the stars we’ve counted

Grey is the shadow of you leaving

Blue is the emotion of his heart

Black is your silent reply

White is the loneliness in his world

Chuck Close gets closer and closer

Yet he cannot see a familiar expression

Your shadow is so vividly clear

Yet he sees the intermit of light and shadow

Romance used to be any restaurant

and warmth shared through silent embraces

Memories are falling stars in the night

The reality is they land on earthly graves

Chuck Close gets closer and closer

Your beauty created entirely by lines

Truth to be told, the distance of our love

is as our heart parts, we’ll no longer see each other in detail

（You showed me）

（Light beholds shadows）

（and laughter remedies tears）

（The fine line between love and hate）

（and the difference between fantasy and reality）

（I’ve finally opened my eyes）