I miss the old springOne spring afternoon,I made an appointmentLike a love in a dreamThe wind blewI wrote a poemIn this spring,I miss the old springWe promised to meet when the stars were shiningYou stood waiting for me under the riverI walked past the first branchWe asked each other if spring had comeSpring comes,spring goes,spring comes to remember,spring comes to wait for meSpring comes,spring goes,spring comes to pick flowers,spring comes to wanderI long to find my old spring girl,With all the memories,I never thought I would die.I long to find my old spring girl,With all the memories,I never thoughtI would die.
