This
is
how
the
lucky
feel
How
the
blessed
man
think
Like
a
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
man
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
the
lucky
feel
How
the
blessed
man
think
Like
a
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
than
an
autumn
night
A
black
winter
day