With the vibrato hitting its fragile body The cry of a cicada blurs the day and night As if to plan a leisurely rhythm The rising sun instantly jump into the sight Just finished writing scene of spring What follows the footsteps of worldly desires Entangled between sunshine and blue sky It can’t wait to write an overture of summer delight
I used to ask questions in spring When can I find everywhere flowing with hot wind with branches swaying in midsummer It’s dazzling and splendid with the rays of sunlight pinned Go on and on, you continue to expound But you forget that time never looks back at anyone It turns out the so-called summer story Is a glimpse of latitude that brings us against the headwind
Like a symphony of the years past Flowers are blooming where the fragrance and air met There is a deep profoundness. Filled with desire, it drenches the hot afternoon with sweat Even there are so much reluctance, It will be dissolved by the turning back of your stare Don’t say that youth has entered old age In May, I’ll turn maturity into something I will never forget
