"It’s the property of the lens through which she firstly saw the world. It is the colour of her words when she says she loves you. It’s the colour of your merry memories together that radiated ecstasy. It is the colour of the walls between your love for each other. It’s her eyes when she hides her feelings from you. It’s the rivers that flow from her eyes when you hurt her. It’s her empty heart when you lack of words that once filled her. It’s the sea when she forgets the distance between the cliff and it. It’s her hope that faded from solidness to this. It’s her story, it’s her life, when everyone read it and realized what she meant by every line written by those moments."
-A description of 'transparent' without using the word.