Maybe it's all inside my head,
But I just can't stand the color red!
Fire,
Desire,
Murder and blood.
Red burns me.
Like my eyes in the sun.
-SOH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just meditate in white. Use white, look white, hear white, smell white and think white. White is our soul which blots the angry and warm of red packs.