Intoxicated spring
(Original)
A dry reed
Stoop hard
In remembering the whispers of the spring breeze
and the freshness of the drizzle
The branches are like spores
We can't suppress it
Inner tide
And the emptiness higher than the clouds
Witness the chill and spring grass
Always keep a lost distance
Spring is beginning to flood
As the sun opened up
Branches and inner barriers
The earthly world no longer remains
Frost of the past
Some obsessions
Soft with the spring breeze
Accompanied by birdsong
Hum a ballad
I was already drunk with spring
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds