There is always a feeling that at the right time.
Roll up the waves on the lake in my heart
It's her laughing.
Her smile spread out in the spring breeze.
Reveal my every thought; Every corner of the mind
Diane's eyebrows are arched.
Rippling with the past wandering in the center
Two or three elegant flowers on the branches.
Smile at the cold mood
Folding flowing clouds and rain
Vanilla leaves are also dyed white.
She is gentle and charming.
Pull up a soft curtain between me and spring
Waiting for her smile to disappear.
Spring is gone.
I must have written it myself. It's enough to delete twelve lines.