You are the tender month of April
You are the tender month of April
I said you are the April day in the world,
< p>I say, you are the tender month of AprilThe sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind; lightness
your laughters dance in Aeolus's call
In The spring light dances with change.
and swiftly change your steps in ripples of spring.
You are, leisurely clouds in the sky, roming,
The wind is blowing softly at dusk, and stars are shining in murmurs of dusky air, and stars sparkle
Inadvertently, drizzles are sprinkled on Before the flowers.
casually, when misty rain falls, upon flowers.
That light, that Pingting, you are, Xianyan
so softly, so gently, and you, in these fairy hours
You are crowned in Flora's honor, innocent,
Innocent, solemn, you are
The moon is full every night.
yet majestic, like a bright full-moon night,
The goose yellow after the snow melts, you look like; fresh
or the newly thawing snow. And an aqua sprout
You are the green of the first bud; tender joy
shooting and proud, you are. Supple rejoice of seeing
The water is floating The white lotus you look forward to in your dreams.
the lotus flower upon the expanse of water shimmering.
You are blooming buds of trees, or a swift swallow
Whispering at my window, you are love, and mellow.
It is a chapter of poetry, and tender april of mondialito.
Note:
Aeolus (Greek) Mythology) God of wind
Flora (Roman mythology) God of flowers
aqua: light green