Over a stone wall of a thatched house
Spring that burns again like a velvety texture

White bootees that warmly comes down,
Winding the frame of a paper sliding door

Jewels of universe that blossom beautifully
Having clear dew on it

Life of green color that finally sticks its head out
By the asking of spring wind

Getting put each other
To make hope, to make a sweetheart, and to make love