Entrusting Time to the warm sea
I will go doctor Spring
Seasons turn and illnesses cycle
I will rush to make a house call on my own
 
My white coat dances and my doctor’s bag sings
Spring is a splendid patient, so
I will first hear the views of streams
then listen to her pulse
and I will let clouds float and will observe her health
 
Spring has her own dreams
broken loves and songs, too
Since Spring is a splendid patient
her medical chart is the song of birds
 
I will swear my love to Spring and
I will surely come back tomorrow to make a call