It's the color of the sunset, a bright red-orange hues woven in the sky. It's undeniably calm and warm, ‎and for a little while it's gone. ‎ ‎It's a scene that carves in your eyes, ‎one you could paint in thousand times, ‎just like your memories kept in your heart that you could mourn for countless times. ‎ ‎It's the color of your eye after you cried, after reminiscing about the good old days, and the feeling of nothing but loneliness. ‎ ‎It's a pain hiding in the beauty of twilight. ‎It's never loud and proud, it's just bleak. ‎It's just a hue that'll hurt your eyes. ‎ ‎If goodbye is a color what should it be? ‎Perhaps it's Us, slowly coloring the canvas.