la fille sur le pont

I'm going to tell you a story.

long ago, I lived on the even side of a street, at number 22.

I gazed at the houses across the street,

thinking the people were happier...

their rooms were sunnier...

their parties more fun.

but in fact their rooms were darker and smaller.

and they, too, gazed across the street.

because...

we always think that luck is what we don't have.