O Springtime, part with me never.
For accompanied is dawn by trilling larks,
And nighttime adorned with sweet nightingale’s song.
For when thou weep, flowers bloom
Ever so exquisitely, as if created by magic.
For thy embrace is warm and reassuring,
More safe or comforted, had I ever felt?
How your balmy respire warms my heart.
And when Spring submits to the estival evil,
Tears shall fall with Spring
For what will never be again.
For what will be remembered not.
For what might have been
In another year gone....
With the withered blossom of Spring