The nature brings, in the springtime.
Most lovely things, in the springtime.
Lands down on the earth, from the heaven;
the great season's king, in the springtime.
The exquisiteness fly around the globe;
with its open wings, in the springtime.
Overall the greenery and colourful flora,
Nature starts carving, in the springtime.
Eager rivers be vigour for new voyage;
snow begins melting, in the springtime
The radiant flowers fan out the aroma;
bees reach hovering, in the springtime.
Tulips adorn fields, cherries the gardens;
Cuckoos come to sing, in the springtime.
Days snatch back time from the nights;
used to have lending, in the springtime.
Prepared to offer alluring lavish love,
sweet heart of darling, in the springtime.
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