tints._200字

　　　　 　I’ve always wanted a moment 　to recall the past　　Joy it may be. 　Misery it may be.　I’ve always dreamt of a golden palace　It goes on shining for ever　with charming prince　and gorgeous princess　Then these dreams flicker. Swish-　Gone. Dissolve in this solvent of desire　Slowly, tenderly, fades away.　Emptiness.　Lost it in the winds.　It flows, like our soul.　Motionless and cold.　If fire be red, and snow be white　If love be red, and plain be white.　All we are trying to do is to-　Spread some tints of red into our world.