My heart is a sweet spring,
Fresh, silent, and musical,
Pacify depressed tired soul.
My heart is a sweet spring,
Steadily, happily and hopefully ,
Someday, the evil comes,
The sweet spring stop flow,
Mingled, tangled, and baffled.
Winter has come,
The sweet spring lost its song,
And I lost my paradise.
To pursue great expectation or cherish the chaste love?
The iron entered into my soul,
And I lost my paradise.
Confused, scrabbled and hopeless.
Spring has come, a bird told,
Where there is a will there is a way.
