I put all my sorrows in the black box
And all my joys in the gold
Both my joys and sorrows I store everyday
But the gold becomes heavier each day
The black is as light as it was before
Maybe you are curious
You can open the black one and find out why
And you see, there is a hole in the bottom of the black box
Which my sorrows leak out through the hole
Let me show the hole to you
And maybe you feel amused, "I wonder where your sorrows could be!"
Here is my say with my sweetest smile, "My dear friend, they're all gone with the wind."
Maybe you would ask me, “why I have the gold and the black with the hole?”
"My dear friend, the gold is for me to count my blessings and happiness, the black is for me to let unhappiness go."
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