Spring Time
It is spring time and it is still cooler
It’s for her to decide to return or not
It is her loyalty and my compassion
Keep remembering or forget them all
My pain giver must tell me the truth
Shall I keep weeping or start smiling
Love never dies we both know well
Let us keep chatting and listening
We are the sailors in the stormy sea
Shall we survive the pain or perish
Many old wise words come to haunt
But who will hear our painful tales.