It's time for the red

Not the first,
perhaps the best.

"The things you can recall is only the black and white in your life,
the dot black has to be gone and the white sheed has to be filled,
I'm putting my red's and my grey's, always."

Not the most beautiful moment,
perhaps the strongest time.

"My red has been there,
my grey always follows it."

Not the greatest lust ever,
perhaps the most notion passion ever.

"I can't erase the red, it's in there
but I can change the grey, it's in here."

It's me who is always here with the grey,
and looking for the red.
Now it's time for the red.

"It's time for the red."