The flowers are fallen on the ground.
Who knows, the spring is going by.
I am standing under the sonny sky
with a decaying flower in my hand.
I sigh and say, dear spring, goodbye.

I got a dream, in which I also saw my love
sitting by the river and giving me a tender smile.
I guess, he knows what I mind and why I sigh,
because the beautiful things will not come back.

Something is like the river which always runs ahead,
Something once you lost and never get it back.
But sometimes you just have to wait a while,
See? The field is full of the flowers once again.

Dear love, sometimes don’t be sad,
when I hurt you I hurt myself.
The next spring will not be too long,
And I will get the true meaning of the life.