I looked up at the sky, and all I saw was a big blue.
Only the sun and moon remain without fading.
I hide my disorientation at the dyed change in color.
And before I close my eyes, I see the blue of the sky.
I know the blue.
Before I knew it, I was unaware of colors of the outside,
even if I close my eyes.
I suddenly can no longer remember,
as I look out the window to check.
The sound of the rain gradually dies down
by the window where the light shines through.
I’m still dragging this lifeless feeling;
even the break in the rain worries me.