You are yellow and pink in spring.
Soft memory of April
Rosemary in the wind
A little soft, a little busy, not too flustered
How I miss you.
When time loses its meaning
The flowers in April are so colorful.
I can't see the little daisy in your dream alone.
Wild roses blooming in the corner
The girl is looking for the trace of the last pigeon flying.
You walked by quietly
Leaving only light and shadow interlaced
In this warm April
Have half your memory?
In this warm April, flowers are in full bloom and my thoughts are myriad.
I looked out of the window and saw only flowers from tree to tree.
The April day on the earth hurt who and whose memory.