Song: Droplets

It is a pity that I can not complete I
This study, though, was the idea wise:
I don't have enough droplets of LIFE
Not among the colors of my pearl.
Incomplete so palpable,
The idea is not embodied, and indeed,
I'll give you this picture
Maybe YOU will be able to finish.

Yellow drops - Sunny glare
Warm spots, happiness and summer.
Quiet tenderness will be spilled
In pink as clouds at dawn.
Drops green freshness combines -
The leaves and grass in wet ground.
Transparent drops - drops of sorrow,
Tears of rain on cold glass.
Droplets of scarlet beads of blood
I will heartbroken;
Drops of dairy - those that will cover
Warm lips suckling.
Blue droplet spray of the sea
In memory of seagulls, freedom, and wind.
Black droplets splash mountain:
Drops of fear, drops of death.

I have to draw you a picture
A fine brush on the canvas;
Maybe I'm bad at drawing, sorry
But I really want to draw me.
I do not own grace,
I don't mix paint to the right tone;
What if I draw a picture
Of small droplets of different colors?