April DaysDays of witchery, subtly sweet,When every hill and tree finds heart,When winter and spring like lovers meetIn the mist of noon and part -In the April days.Nights when the wood frogs faintly peepOnce - twice - and then are still,And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweepLike bugle notes from

I think you are the April of this world, sure, you are the April of this world我说你是人间的四月天Your laughter has lit up all the wind笑响点亮了四面风So gently mingling with the spring轻灵在春的光艳中交舞着变You are the clouds in early spring你是四月早天里的云烟The dusk wind blows up and down黄昏吹着风的软And the stars blink now and then星子在无意中闪