The chill of the winter breeze
left the town.
The blanket of snow
was all melted.
I can see the road,
I can see the top of our roof,
I can see the greenness of the trees,
As I can see my bright future.
The tulips are growing,
new life,
hope arises.
The freshness of spring
is giving me wings.
To soar up in the sky,
To see the whole town.
Spring,
Start of new life,
like the leaves of tree,
That died last autumn.
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