Who fell down the score of Spring Goddess? all stave rain poured into our dormant hearts and the yearning frozen land after a long long hibernation.
The lightning, sharp and bright, beamed down his spotlight on our waiting stage while the rumble, a distant thunder, drummed for the overture of this cheerful season.
The wandering winds blew their horns now and then. So spiritedly! Rain played her piano up and down the steps from dusk to dawn. She was devoted!
As glockenspiel echoed, children's laughter lit the first glimmer of dawn; Verdure and pink dotted here and there, that's musical notes scattered in our deserted garden.
Whose fingers brushed the harp? ripples quivered across the still pond. Graceful performance! Branches swung gently with their hands in hands. Sweet dance!
How fresh the scent of air is! it lingered about like the soul of the cantor. And come on, awakening birds, join our grand ceremony please, sing your favorite for yourselves and us, Oh, what a gripping song it is--
It's joy! It's hope! It's fantastic! And it's just-- a prelude of our gala concert in this magnificent universe!
I have a bloom, a despairing beauty, full-blown solely in the cloistered valley. A blossoming tree holding countless purplish candles, kindles all twinkling stars in the deep blue heaven.
With a cool breeze at dawn, dance and smile, softly, corolla is quivering; Sun bickers through the noon, flower shadows are rambling, bright and dark thoughts of mine, hide among them.
Sparks in my heart, let the sky flame. spread our passion, dusk is glowing, the Magnolia’s spring! While night sprinkles come, tearful petals rain, the floating perfume, my wistful spirit, torn away to a black cold dream.
Mist hovers in the morning, lies in riotous profusion, the withered purple, the smothering beauty, extends peacefully in the solitary spring. I have a bloom, enough to console my lifetime.
