Grey cloud always covering
A sun that shining
Or storm that brewing
Grey zone always alternating
Between darkness of night
And tunnel of light
Grey people always makes us swayed
By trickery they mastered to play
Or kindness that slips some way
Grey hair always reminding both
Fear of getting old and cold
And life so precious to hold
Grey hue always has two side
The shadow that kept inside
Or hope that still open wide
Grey camouflage always represents
The boredom of ashes color
Or a luxury of sterling silver
Grey cells are always a gradation
Of a misguided intelligence that plan destruction
Or a complex castle that trapped the demon
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