It's spring again;
The time when the grey
world hide behind his smile
I don't know why but he's
away, so many miles.
It's spring again;
The time when I think of him
often, wondering if he does
does the same,
It makes my dull heart a
flame.
It's spring again;
The time when even the
Flowers bloom hearing his
Laughter,
Filling the world with
vibrant colours.
It's spring again;
The time when our eyes will
Be meetings,
Creating a magical moment,
But it will be fleeting.
Aren't Azalea flowers pretty?
