Spring is the season of rain, flowers, and bugs
When critters big and small rear their heads
And their calls fill up the valleys and hills.

Spring is also the season of snow and cold
Occasionally it will snow as tulips bloom
And the tulips had better hide lest they die.

This beautiful season is the season I lost you
I don't know how, I don't know why
How could one fight destroy everything?

As I wander through the valleys
Nothing is beautiful
Without you, everything is gray.

Spring is the season of beauty
Spring is the season of birth
But to me, it's just a season of broken problems.

Vivid memories of friendship tossed out
Crushed and re-used (it should be re-abused)
Fill up my spring, and I can do nothing...

Nothing but accept it
This is my spring now
My spring is painful without you...

Would you please come back?