It is a very lovely pony. Although I have no idea about its gender, age; where it comes from, and what kind of past and story it possesses, I do feel inexplicably attracted at the first sight of it. Its eyes seem to be very ironic. May this be its attitude towards the ironic world? Or an unnamed sadness? No one has certain answer about this, however when the light reflects its beautiful colours in the pupils of human beings, we naturally feel a kind of beauty and connection.
Text by Anonymous