Who said spring brings hope and joy
No, I don’t have a plot of land
To sow my crop of hope by hand
Not a garden, not any potted aloe
I don’t even wait for love to come by
Yet, winds get mild among the willow
The sun comes merry and mellow
Birds do sing cheery and bright
Grass and trees are budding despite
And flowers, flowers everywhere
Plum blossoms startle one unaware
Apricot and sakura pop out overnight
Why you bloom in a boom, so fast
That I can’t help a loud cry aghast
And the lily magnolia, pure soul of art
One is enough to break a tender heart
Why are you thrive in such profusion
Only to fall pulpy and perish, for nothing
And the tulips，those little toddlers
Only to die untimely in baby-fat cute
April is a cruel time of the year
beauty-blind me, without a tear