When winter is over and the east winds blow to the city,
The woods awake from the sleep on a sunny day.
The flocks of doves skip with coo-coo, and the sparrows chitty.
The buds try to sprout from the branches on the way.
It comes March on the city the forsythias start to bloom,
And the brooks start to flow with babbling along the way.
At the Kyung-Eui Line Park, the people stretch at the morning brume,
And the colored stars are walking on the Milky Way.
From March to May, the forsythias, the magnolias, and the cherry
Blossoms, and windy day, it rains the light pink.
When it blows the willows, it becomes more and more glary,
The sun beams, then the short spring goes with eyes blink.
When the pretty spring is over, we dream the next spring
And praying that we can enjoy the spring for long time with the offspring.