Oh, Spring realam

where are the koel's melodies..

light in darkness, is your essence.

I madly fall in love with you every year.

The wounds in the memories  

remain forgotten if I could stay 

a ripple, flowing with the rill.

With a teenage heart if you someday by 

a river sit and weep

you'll find me, beside you 

like an old pal who keeps up.