26. Spring Breeze
James Han/ÇѺ´¿Á
When the flowery wind brushes the tip of the nose
The heart rises in the spring breeze
And the swaying mind dances the dance of a cherry blossom butterfly
Sitting on a lift above a long lake
Looking out at the world, among the dark green leaves
The sunlight lets out a shy April smile
The flower bud is swollen about to burst
And my pink red heart
Let this flower bud I miss grow in my heart
One April day, a day when
It feels like my dear, whom I miss, will visit me
How red the fresh green love is
Your love just blossoming that flower bud
When the spring breeze brushes the tip of the nose
When your love scrapes the tip of my nose.