When stops adhesive sticky snow
I’ll run along the muddy road
To meet a ghostly subtle spring,
To swim in March like in a boat.
If you would like, let’s run into the park
To listen to the snow melting.
Although it’s windy March approaching,
The April in my heart is welcoming.
It’s not that I am out of my mind,
But nothing wrong with it, you know.
I have been waiting for so long
For spring and warming wind to blow.
The sun is rising so early,
The evenings are so long and bright.
I’m dying to know what is further
The spring is holding me so tight.