In Spring
In March . I have to go to the south
You take care.
Spring is in full swing there.
The flowers will get in your eyes
The grass will cover the tracks
The rain will fall on the umbrella
It's like some kind of talk
It will make you lose your soul
I'll miss the return date
When I return home
Peach blossoms and pear blossoms are white
The swallows are chirping
I'm afraid I'll be caught in a new mystery