The sound of spring,
The tree shook its hair,
Brush,
This is the sound of the tree coming back to life.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
Birds are singing,
"Jackie",
This is the voice of greeting friends.
The swallow returned to the north,
The prelude of spring is blowing quietly,
A spring breeze blew across the field,
She Miao seems to feel the love of spring.
Listen,
Into the spring,
Walking into this huge concert hall,
Listen to the sound of spring.
The sound of spring,
In the first leaf,
On every big tree,
On every meadow,
In every blooming flower.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Take your time, towards the distant.
Listen,
We heard Di Chun's voice.