Dream would not admit that she is colored.
And I can not refute her with any substantial evidence.
I try my best illustrating, a poem that came to my mind in a dream last
night,
Where I was immersed in water waves that reflect the beauty of the spring
頑固的石頭在萬年以後
忽然決定要開始環遊世界
陽台上的花兒都興奮地綻放了
他們吵著要跟石頭一起走
於是,我也只好
迷迷糊糊地開始旅行了
The once stubborn stone decides to travel around the world
after aeons of immobility.
The flowers on the balcony all cheer the stone's decision in full blossom
and chatter about following the stone themselves.
So now I have to wander around without actually knowing what my destination is.