Origami No Hana

Why can't my pen produce
A single happy thought
Why of battle, of bruise
Why not of bliss I sought

Why can't it ever be
Of melodies of songs
When will the tablet see
The gentle strokes it longs

Must it always display
A sad and bitter note
Why can't I ever play
The joy that I invoke

Shall I bask in this gloom
Will I ever see light
But in fairness I bloom
In the darkness of night

Like the dama de noche