When I put the whole world down, you don't remember me, and I won't bother you. I will be very calm, and you will treat me as a black and white control.

Think of me as a black and white controller who turns the world upside down.

The colorful world can't keep me after all, so I can only hide in black and white and look up at me alone.

What has been bothering me in the world is black and white.

The love she gave me can't tell black from white. . . . .

If your world is pure white, will you dye it half black for me?