Only just melted snowball,
Withered grass dries up.
And on the grass such an island,
Delicate white snowdrops hat.
Awakening and the beauty of spring,
In every first spring flower.
The rustle is gentle, like the sound of a string,
I can hear it in every petal.
Yellow pestle, flower smile,
Small beads, such beauty.
And on each snowdrop point,
Early in the morning, the dew is like a tear.
These flowers are smiling,
Light, sun, and early spring.
How beautiful, sweet petals,
I see them smiling at me.