March marches

Appreciate the ravishing flowers and feel the gentle warm
It is March, the beauty has come
The spirit who lodged here for long has gone already
On avenues that colorless ash lies under old chimney

The happyness is rising through the houses
The candy is hatched out of the painted eggs
The thermometers out of the mouths of the earth
The tails of the kites are covered with footsteps

If we look back there is always the past
No matter if it is carved in heart or has vanished
When we look forward with our clumsy knuckles and the wingless
Bird in the eyes is what we can reach