masterpiece,detailed, (1girl),
The gentle breezes have awakened,
They whisper and blow day and night,
They are at work everywhere.
O fresh fragrance, O new sound.
Now, poor heart, do not be afraid.
Now everything, everything must change.
The world grows more beautiful with each day,
One does not know what may yet come to pass,
The blossoming will not end,
The farthest, deepest valley is in bloom,
Now, poor heart, forget your pain.
Now everything, everything must change.,Detailed,kiri
