The Book of Happiness
In the Book of Happiness
There are just few pages.
It's been covered by dust,
Havn't writt'n for ages.
Rusty brown papers,
Faded end drenched by tears
Cherish the memories
All of my joy and fears.
Next to the knotty scripts
There are diverse pictures
Showing me the bitter
Gladness and adventures...
I've just started writing.
Hope of eternity -
That's my inspiration!
The wish, to be happy!
"The sweetest day of my life" -
That would be the chapter.
But, just like the others,
Unfinished, not better...
It's still sad and painful.
I am cheated by dreams.
Once again. For last time.
And the end now begins...
I am closing this book.
I will open no more.
My ink will may dry up,
I don't want to go for...