Lyrics of visiting spring by Zhang Mingmin

That year we came to the top of a small mountain

The top of the mountain with thick rain

You fly into spring

We go into the poem with deep image

You say I'm like a poetic raindrop

Gently floating on your red dimple

Ah, I've been drunk several times

I've been drunk several times

This year I come to your door again

You just use soft black eyes

Say sorry quietly

There is no spring in this season

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