When the gentle wind warms the cold face;
When the rain wets the dry and cold hair tips;
When the sky is covered with a gray veil;
When the field is painted green by the magic pen;
When swallows whisper in your ear;
In those days, the minds of young people were full of poems. ...
Ah-
Spring! Passionate spring!
I'm sure-
Left you in this thriving new century.