Spring, you are the day of revival.
Though I and all things are trapped in ice and snow,
the spring breeze breaks through everything,
making my heart thump again.
Countless carefree and beautiful messages rush towards me without hesitation.
Spring, you are the day of reunion.
Though you and I are separated by thousands of miles,
the spring breeze silently conveys my longing to your ears.
Countless dark and bitter winters, at this moment,
welcome the first ray of dawn.
Spring, you are the day of awakening.
Though I have fallen for a long time,
the spring breeze, as gentle as water,
keeps my long-cherished wish in the palm of my hand.
Countless voices of doubt and dissatisfaction vanish in the thick fog.
Spring,
you are me, the world,
and the heart of all things.
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