My view of the past is distorted
A few rays of sunshine turn it all golden

I need to peel off every layer of paint
That the artist used to cover up the truth
Some flakes off, some needs to be scraped
Some lies even acid can't wash away

With every piece of the original picture
I understand the artist's motives better
Every layer was a brick in the wall
Suddenly, I want to mortar them back together

Golden - the color of protection

[02.09.2024]