This line strikes magic in me, every single time I hear it.
Translation?
" Life through rose-colored glasses."
There's a certain special feeling when you trust in things even if you know they're going to completely and utterly destroy you in the end because you absolutely do not see the outcomes in what-will-be, oh no! You always look for the outcomes in simple what-could-be instead, defying logic and history.
But I must tell you, life through rose colored glasses is beautiful, even death wears pink-colored robes!
But the worst part? Red flags look like any other flags.
Yet, the water is pink.
Yet, everything is mystical, colored in the loveliest shades of rose.
(-Drowning in an ocean of pink.)
Translation?
" Life through rose-colored glasses."
There's a certain special feeling when you trust in things even if you know they're going to completely and utterly destroy you in the end because you absolutely do not see the outcomes in what-will-be, oh no! You always look for the outcomes in simple what-could-be instead, defying logic and history.
But I must tell you, life through rose colored glasses is beautiful, even death wears pink-colored robes!
But the worst part? Red flags look like any other flags.
Then,
you
sink.
Yet, the water is pink.
You
can't
breathe.
Yet, everything is mystical, colored in the loveliest shades of rose.
(-Drowning in an ocean of pink.)
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