A new season emerges every year.
New beauties, new world, it wears,
New flowers, new fruits come out,
And the Magpies for the spring, shout.
The snow has been absorbed by the grass,
But the sun shall snow in the snowish light,
Whose noon blights their night.
But still, the Spring emerges for their delight.
But new flowers, new fruits go out
And that sun ends that beautiful bout.
Their merchants then come as autumn
And the silver sparkles of snow
But the birds’ minds are not low.
They migrate for another spring,
With new flora, they bring.
And again fly away for another spring.
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