The soul of sunshine blooms on the edge of leaves,
Still as cold as ice, dawn.
Lovely leaves are not afraid of cold,
This is the moment when the newborn baby leaves its mother.
Lovely white! Transparent skin,
My eyes caressed and I couldn't bear to leave.
March,
The smile of the sun blooms among the flowers,
Lush and vibrant,
It is interesting that yesterday was gloomy,
With a wave of his hand, the unpleasant past disappeared in the wind.
Borrow a pair of bee wings!
Flowers will wither tomorrow,
Sunshine still warms the heart of the fruit.
March,
Although the sun will rest,
It will rain during the break.
Rain is not a sad word,
Is the water needed for warm fermentation,
When the beautiful rainbow is brewing,
The sun leans on your back.
March,
It's the same March for thousands of years,
Don't sigh, the sun is fleeting,
Flowers always bloom quietly.