Happiness
Out of the sadness that covers me
Dark as the night from time to time
I thank to the virus that infected me
To the humble self that change by time
In the world full of sorrow
I had laugh and cried aloud
May be it will blaze up on its own
A happy virus comes without a sound
Beyond this place of flaws and weakness
Nothing except dreams
Yet the yearning for happiness
The virus yells and screams
No matter if time is in rush
I shall find my humble self
Because I infected by a happy virus
I am the happiness of myself
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