This city is called Spring City
It is rare to have days with snow
Whenever snowflakes fall
People are acting as if it were a festival
That kind of joy
Because I forget all my worries
Looking forward to the cold weather passing
The Hope of Spring's Warmth and Flowers Blooming
May every day be wonderful
Traversing the time of life
The solitary pride of trampling on snow versus that of trampling on spring
Romance that purifies the soul
Fragrant and refreshing to the very depths of the lungs
It's this city
Rarely found cleanliness
The water birds are flying lazily
The snowy landscape blends into an ink wash painting
Reflections of flowers plants and water birds
If the hustle and bustle were to fade away
Let the white snow perpetually swirl and dance
I suddenly felt a sense of
A kind of ethereal quality never experienced before
Even in emptiness and confusion
I would rather get lost in the white snow
I suddenly felt a sense of
A kind of ethereal quality never experienced before
I would rather get lost in the white snow
Because of the brevity of purity
Making life so precious
I would rather get lost in the white snow
Let the soul be pure from now on
Let the soul be pure from now on
This city is called Spring City
This city is called Spring City
It's called Spring City
