You used to share the same colour,
but you are fading now.
I have the power to stop you from fading,
or to erase your colour completely,
but I have been hesitating.
I try to be strong and brave.
To be persistance or to give up both take courage,
but I do not know which path to take.
Now I just quietly stand at the corner and watch you fade.
I suppose instead of bravely take on a path and walk it,
what I do now is the weakest action, waiting.
All I do is wait for your colour to fade.
Waiting for your true colour.
Times like this, I wish I am less cautious.