The spring is chilly and the cold wind is still biting. I decided to leave you and pursue the footsteps of spring for my ideal.
I'm looking for spring, and you're waiting for me to come back. Sooner or later, time will be wasted in a hurry.
A flaming old crow tree suddenly looks back, and you are still in the dim light.
Who is lonely and helpless in the bleak night? For my ideal, I will let you down.
After many hardships, I finally understand that you are my happiness in the spring I am looking for.
It's not bitter to have a porridge and a dish with you, and it's enough to have a stitch of clothes with you.
I remember you and me bit by bit, waiting for you to doze off beside me with white hair.
I count the wrinkles on your forehead. It turns out that the spring I am looking for is simple happiness.
Push open the door of spring
I hear birds chirping. In the city, several kinds of birds announce that spring has arrived.
They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer outside the school.
They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close.
They are my friends, and they seem to be my relatives.
They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions.
Outside school, I fell in love with birdsong.
I pushed open the door of spring.