Pink House

There is a house on the corner of Montmartre.
It is the brightest color in this gray building.
Like a girl standing here, letting everything around me fade away.
I seem to be wearing glasses with special effects.
The sky and other buildings have become old black and white photos.
Only she is dancing in the center of my sight.
There is an inexplicable shadow in the lower left, like the shadow of a tree.
It swayed at the end edge of sight, making a rustling sound.
This sound resembles the sound of wind, or dance steps of girl.
Look carefully, this girl is actually not young anymore.
But she is still full of passion.
Tell the story of the golden age with that one-in-one door and window.