My dream tells me that my wish is a drifting cloud, a clear spring and a warm hut burning with charcoal fire.
I know my wish is far away, far farther than the other shore. In my dream, they called me.
My wish is not far away. Stay with me every day. In the dead of night, we will sing and tell many stories.
In my dream, I would like to float in the clouds, I would like to keep company with vegetation, and I would like to be obsessed with the world.
I just didn't explicitly mention the color.