Like a green ocean, it sets off continuous waves.
Gently, smooth the footprints when you come.
I like the spring breeze in April, wrapped in warm warmth.
Like the morning light in summer, it dispels the memory of winter.
Silently, without any words.
I like the spring breeze in April, mixed with the vitality of teenagers.
Like a dancing partner, I danced happily.
Quietly, laughter sounded.
I like the spring breeze in April.
Just because
There is a mother there.