Your name blossomed upon my lips, and a thousand flowers bloomed;
Within the garden of my soul, a hundred springs awoke.
The soil of my heart lay barren, parched, and desolate,
Yet through the grace of love, flowers rose from the salt-strewn earth.
You are the pure spirit of spring, the freshness of dawn;
With every breath you take, blossoms open on every branch.
From the purity of your soul, the fragrance of love has spread;
Daybreak arrived, and flowers blossomed in every corner of the world.
The realm of love stood on the brink of drought,
The realm of love stood on the brink of drought,
Until your coming clothed the earth in bloom.
The withered tree of my being burst into blossom,
Its lifeless branches adorned with countless flowers.
May you remain an everlasting spring of hope,
May you remain an everlasting spring of hope,