After the news The usual forecaster, Gesturing, Conveyed That from tomorrow morning on It will start to get warm Like it's an achievement...
The wind knocking Against the glass window Still doesn't know
I've started to hear The melody of spring It makes me want To sing softly I close my eyes And remember Him and the scent of the flowers The footfalls of a nearby love
In the same class Every time we faced each other We became Awkward The winter was long The distant sun Shines On the clouds
Both snow and misunderstandings Eventually melt And hearts show their faces
The melody of spring It's coming from somewhere Sunlight Will make everyone happy The flowers of dreams Will bloom profusely And our future
I've started to hear The melody of spring It makes me want To sing softly Lightly I close my eyes And remember That night I cried The snow starts to fall Without an umbrella, I get wet While being frozen by love I go home alone... Now they're nostalgic tears