Beneath the Heaven You Are Pretty

P-ast midnight already, R-ain stops from falling; I-n March twentieth, N-ew day is now dawning. C-louds clear the skyway, E-arly morn has broken; S-hadows have disappeared, S-un has already risen. N-ight's sorrow has turned I-nto morrow's laughter; C-rying time has no place O-n the hour of feeling better. L-onely dusk is just over, as the twilight is also gone; E-vening sadness passes by when it yields to cheer and fun. A-fter the haze has drifted, S-o much light is shining. U-nder the wide lanes above, N-o more mist is remaining. C-olorful rainbow in the air I-s showing its rare beauty; O-ver the mountain is wonder, N-eath the heaven you are pretty.