Montage

Aire

Black and White

Colors leave traces in my mind;

and the birds sing a song up above/

before they retire for the night;

and I-- I think...

What if I could be that happy before each coming night?

Rejoicing in every passing day

of life?

Why not live fully and paint the stars

in my eyes

whatever color I please/

and write!

So that when I retire

in slumber/ I'll realize/

that every day is a gift.

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Personal Note: Filmed in ATX

Video editing: EFEKT