Happiness is brought with daylight -
luminous, balmy, tranquil,
with smiles as large
as the sun, itself.
When night steals the sun,
I find myself filled with deep sorrow,
longing for warm breezes,
but only receiving cold, wet tears.
The night brings with it much doubt,
oh radiant sun, why must you leave?
Your absence is dreadful, the night so long.
But knowing that you will return in the morn,
I find myself feeling most at ease -
you’re my happiness even when you’re gone.