I have withering flowers in a hand
There are knotted words in my throat
There's a mild rain in my eyes
When buds blossom out on branches
When passengers move forward on the roads
I would find the love in another arms
In another spring
Your anger in my heart
Your shadow on my face
I'm leaving
Won't come back
Before spring
Earthquake beneath me
Floods behind me
I'm leaving
Won't come back
Before spring