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