The Fantasy of Spring
The night that I'm not sleeping,
I listen carefully bloom the sound of flower
anywhere
I watch nameless the birds without speaking that is flying the night sky like the fantasy of spring
Simultaneously I soothe anxiety of the dark
I move lazy mind and hurry heavy my step
and then I go up the hill of busting spring flowers
I see shining brightly the moon and be in raptures of happiness of the scenery
At the same time I indulge in bare the skin of spring night
Deep longing have a long drawn out illness and bloom to be Azalea
and deep red patal receive moon night so reincarnation
and it listen the step sound of wind
