The golden sun I can recall,
In darkest sky it danced.
Drifting light a gift to all,
And dyed the world by chance.
Till now the sun’s still high upon,
But where have all the colors gone
By each of my dark glance?
Remembering our fading past,
May I regain your beam at last?

The towers high into the sky
With neon-knitted gown.
Long bridges scattered river’s night
Put on a flashing crown.
Some years have fled the city’s arms,
But where have all these colors gone,
Left black and white that drowned.
The pavement gently flows across
The streets are mourning for their loss.

I feel the colors washed away,
Till I can see them not.
A picture shows those dusty days,
I slowly watch it rot.
Is it my sight that’s been withdrawn,
Or colors die and long been gone,
And leave me here to sob.
I hear a distant broken song,
That's filled with colors yet not gone.