Pink in Blue

The meanings of color are told by the feeling that they express. Blue means lonely or sad. Pink means lively or cute.

I have my own meaning of color. In my opinion, the saddest color for me is pink. I write a story of “Pink Cloud.”

A Little Pink Cloud blows upon the sky.
There are many buildings along the way.
It takes not so long time until the Pink Cloud sees a long wide green field.
It is so green.
He sees a small cottage in the middle of the field.
This is a nice place.

A long time ago,
He saw many of his friends became rain.
They dropped so heavy in the city.

He confuses.
He does not remember the beginning of himself.
He knows that he never grows up.
He cannot change to be grey, he never changes.

At the beginning, he thinks it is funny to fly in the sky.
Blow with the wind in the wide world.
He enjoys traveling.
He enjoys flying.

Now, he does not know who he is?
He feels flowerless in his cloud’s heart.
He cannot express his sad feeling as his friends do.
His friends will become gray and cry in rain.
His blossom heart comes to fall.

Am I a really cloud?
What am I?

He is pink as always.
His heart contains hard rain in his heart so long.
He contains his feeling of confuse in his pink body.
He cannot cry it out.
A tear drops in his heart.

If only I can change.
If only I can be a really cloud.
I think I could release my sadness to go away.

A little cottage in the wide field, I see.
This is a beautiful place to take a rest.

His forgets his sadness in his mind.
That is my shadow,
Down there in the field.
Maybe, it is just a small shadow,
A buffalo can hide himself from the sun.

The Little Pink Cloud looks at the buffalo,
And smiles.
The buffalo smiles too.
He looks so happy.
The Pink Cloud thinks.
His heart finds a beautiful corner in his body.
In this place,
He finds happiness of being Pink Cloud.
I cannot drop the rain.
But I have a shadow to hide from the sunshine.
He gives all his love to the earth.
He gives a shadow to take a rest and hide.
The wind blow.
He smiles.

Pink is pink. It is never be something else.
That is the saddest in itself. If I cannot express my sadness I have, I could not cry.
Just like a Little Pink Cloud. It is happy ending in this story.
The Pink Cloud can finally find the good thing in him.
I wish I could find it when I feel bad too.