This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed think.
Like daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning.
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn.
But how do I feel... in my gloomy depths?
This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed think.
Like daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning.
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn.
A black winter day.
This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed think.
Like daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning.
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn.
A black winter day no, darker than that.
Gloomier that an autumn night.
