Birds will fly home to us soon
Flapping their wings around the smiling moon
Birds will sweetly tweet and sing
"It's spring, it's spring"
Steep hills, grass sprouting green
Like fine emerald, nothing like you have seen
Mountains will reach the royal blue sky
To winter's darkness, they'll bid good-bye
Tree leaves, lovely flowers bud and burst out
They will dance and shout
"Welcome Spring"
Bells all over the earth will ring
