Spring Story

See you again, you are still so beautiful.

Spring, I saw you again and touched you.

You still have no change in gentleness and hesitate.

At my fingertips, I slowly sat up, the boy and the appointed one.

Always miss you silently in your dreams, and you always hide in the depths of memory.

Spring, you have passed through my dreams, my sleeping face is rising quietly...

Meet you again, the beauty of next year.

Third day: steel bullets