You could see the hidden world
if only you'd try.
You'd know the greenness of your voice,
the landscape of your favorite song,
taste the colors in the blandest food.
You'd be able to smell melancholy
and know the one hundred kinds of drunkenness,
for nothing is just one color,
and few things are as beautiful
as the colors between the rainbow's colors,
and there are innumerable emotions
between happiness and sadness.
Nothing is pure,
but if you could see what I do
any desire for purity
would be banished from your mind.