Cloud to rain, you are my tears flow, so you are my happiness. Rain of leaves you my bit of care, so you are my happiness. Leaves of the flower, you are the hope I hold up, so you are my happiness. Said butterfly flower, you are happy to pass me...
Happiness ain t a THING IN ITSELF--it s only a CONTRAST with something that ain t pleasant. That s all it is. There ain t a thing you can mention that is happiness in its own self--it s only so by contrast with the other thing. And so...
