The news of the spring,
The wind, wave green tree branches,
Water, the duck feathers, bleaching
Hope for a winter,
You see, spring has come!
Let us put spring,
As a bird feathers on new,
Fly, fly up the hill,
There are the spring of laughter.
See first butterfly fly,
It leads the my feet,
I'm glad to capture it,
And lovingly put it off.
See first a Daisy open,
I'll gladly help,
Small flower, you also know me?
Do you see how much I grow!
To the branches, leaves fall last year.
Wait it out new green spathe;
To wake streams,
Hear it sing,
