Feeling the fullness of spring in my chest,

I live in a world of flowers. Just a slight turn of my head, and the world bursts with countless colors, each flower blooming as if it’s the best.

Feeling the fullness of spring in my eyes, feeling the fullness of spring in my chest,

I’ll walk these flower-laden paths until my feet blister. Tomorrow isn’t mine, and next spring feels too far away. I love this spring today.

Spring fills even the depths of the mountain valley. Spring arrives here a little later than elsewhere, shyly, as if feeling a bit guilty, but with even more flowers in full bloom. Yes, next spring is too far away. Before this spring passes, I want to feel it more and love it even more.