I always feel like colour is a language by itself, encapsulating expression and emotions, which determines the subjective characteristic. From nature to our world within, red arouse physical alertness, and truth applies to our mental activity the same. Universal, disregarding age, space, and even species, yet differentiated by the slightest difference we have. As such, red also means prosperity. Who to determine the meaning of colour then? When we express, message from within was being transmitted, and simultaneously, message was also taken in as influence. We all agree, blue makes us sad. Perhaps, we do not define colours but communicate with it. Through the context of culture and other things associated, colours define us. Our personality, our image, our perspective and identity. The world is made up of only colours, one against each other. Yet it is so integrated that its presence seems negligible. When was the last time someone ask you; "What colours do you like?"