Aaaaaww
This is how lucky I feel
How the blessed men think
Like a daybreak in spring
The sun on spring morning
Like the flat
brink of a cloud
Like the dark
night in autumn
But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths
This is how lucky I feel
How the blessed men think
Like a daybreak in spring
Like the flat
brink of a cloud
Like a dark
night in autumn
A black winter day
Aaaaww
This is how lucky I feel
How the blessed men think
Like a daybreak in spring
Like the flat
brink of a cloud
Like a dark
night in autumn
A black winter day
This is how lucky I feel
How the blessed men think
Like a daybreak in spring
The sun on spring morning
A black winter night
No darker than that
Gloomier than
an autumn night
A black winter night
No darker than that
Gloomier than
an autumn night
Black winter day