Let the pages of April be turned lightly, and the doors of May will be slowly opened. The years are not worth it, every day is sincere, life is like poetry, and the chapters are beautiful. May your life be as abundant as a picture, quiet and gentle

Let the pages of April turn lightly,

The doors of May are slowly opening.

The years are not worth it, and every day is sincere,

Life is like poetry, and the chapters are beautiful.

May your life be as abundant as a picture,

Quiet good time, gentle companionship,

Even if the time passes, the white horse is instantaneous,

The wind also remembers, and the fragrance of flowers overflows.

Say goodbye to yesterday, April's dreams,

Embracing the present, the morning of May.

The future is calling, don't live up to the time,

Be yourself, the most real shadow.

Today's beauty is the most precious,

Looking forward to tomorrow, full of hope.

The morning glow is full of sky, hope follows,

Everything is just right, not sooner or later.

Time passes, the four seasons reincarnate,

Every moment is a new beginning.

With hope, welcome the dawn,

Life is as simple as it should be.