Spring, spring, what did you give me?

My helpless accusation,

The spark of life began to ignite.

Life, life,

My helpless accusation,

This confused soul has no more sustenance.

Look, she's right there,

But it's like it's so far away,

It's mountains, it's water, it's ditches, it's ravines,

I can't make out it.

The past, the painful past,

My helpless accusation,

Affectionate calling,

Just because,

There is no hope in the spring;

Hope disappeared in the spring.

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