Spring heart

Have a heart,

a budding spring heart,

Convinced for the spring that will not arrive.

Spring gently,

Spring,

Can't stand the loneliness of winter,

Hiding around,

In that soft light,

That gust of wind,

That slender green grass,

The heartstring is slowly being moved by the big hands of time.

Can't be calm for a long time,

It has also been ignorant,

Also,

Also lost,

But now

I don't know why I became firm,

It laughs,

Laughing winter is too hasty,

Laughing in the spring,

In this cold winter

Spring heart, full of enthusiasm

The third day: the love of the butterfly