Find a trace of warmth in the memory of the cold wind,
Oh! So it's spring breeze.
You woke up everything,
blew the whole world green,
blew a hundred flowers.
In the memory of winter snow,
there is no cold,
but a little bit of moist feeling,
Ah! It must be spring rain!
It is you who moisten the earth
and give it life.
Even the air jumps for you
and dances with you.
Spring is coming
Spring is really coming,
I feel warm unconsciously;
I saw the green clothes of the earth unconsciously;
I saw flowers again unconsciously;
ah!
Spring has really arrived,
before we know it!