April, a tree of flowers blooms, a tree of warmth
April,
a tree of flowers blooms, a tree of warmth.
In spring,
waiting for a quiet time of years,
with time, with warmth,
with returning people, with love, together.
April,
a tree of flowers blooms, a curtain of floral stories,
walking through the corridor of seasons,
transforming into a hint of fragrance,
flaunting every morning and evening,
fragrancing the years of life,
making fingertips beautiful.
April,
simply raise an eyebrow,
and there will be a blossoming brightness,
flaunting your eyes.
Green willows release smoke, vibrant flowers on the roadside,
a gentle breeze, bewitching your eyebrows, sweetening your heart,
April,
encountering a tree of flowers unexpectedly,
like meeting someone, a past, countless fragrant floating, need not speak,
I know the spring wind understands my intention, you see the deep spring, flowers like the sea,
the most beautiful encounter is spring in life.
April,
one tree after another blooms,
each flower,
is the perseverance of waiting and watching,
each flower,
is the wish and witnessing of happiness,
April,
in a gentle smile,
give life a simplicity,
and life will return you a tree of flowers,
though years are long,
love always in your heart, there is April,
twist a ray of brightness, wrap a cluster of heart fragrance,
mixed with spring breeze and drizzle, fragrant and rich,
simply ask a smile, don't ask how many flowers bloom. Dream, has a faint light.
April,
twist a ray of brightness, wrap a cluster of heart fragrance,
mixed with spring breeze and drizzle, fragrant and rich,
simply ask a smile, don't ask how many flowers bloom.
