White

It's a world of white.

The sky is smoke-white.

The scenery is white.

Everything outside this window is white.

The world is white.

Everywhere, there's no distinguished lines.

The ground could be be the sky.

The sky could be be the ground.

Everywhere, there's not a singe sound.

Above there, painted a picture of pure silence.

The world has gone white,

and left no traces of humans' lives.

Here, it became a picture of pure innocence.

It's white, if not all emptied.

It's blank, so much that almost like an abyss.

It's a world of white.

Embraces everything, but loves nothingness most of all.