Oh Spring
Oh spring
What a glorious time,
From which happiness used to emit.
Now it's a shared misery.
One with despair and anguish.
How I miss the past years
From which I could spend time with you.
But now it's all gone.
Withered away, lost.
Even the flowers become withered,
from the harsh snow and ice.
Even they cannot survive it.
If they had the strength, will, passion
to survive, would they?
Would they want to strive?
Would they want to make people happy?
They probably try, but people are cruel.
People take away happiness.
They rip off the pedals with anger
like what words do to saddened people.
What seems to be a gentle breeze
Is a violent gash that runs deep.
The shining sun, a calming warmth
Is really a blinding glare.
Oh spring
What a glorious time,
From which happiness used to emit.