"The Gate of Spring"
Who pushed open the door of spring
Let the grass soak the silent land
Who hung the branches of the birdsong
Let the river sing the melody of youth
I guess it's not the wind
For he still cries out with cold hostility
I don't think it's rain
Because no one touches the temperature of goodwill
Who is so generous
Give me a lot of anticipation
Sit and wait for the trees to be green, and watch the butterfly dance in China
Who doesn't change his mind
Wake up the sleeping peaks
Dress up and change in the smoke and rain
Stunning Quartet, infinite spring
I think
It must be a father who is busy in the fields
He dedicated his life to the four seasons
Get up early and be greedy for darkness
All of them
and they all gave themselves to their children
Maybe it's the busy mother in front of the stove
She will put the boundless love
Presented to the offspring under the knees
Including short lives
And the spring in front of us
