Out of doors, sunlight is overflowing.
The sickroom's curtain is filled with spring.
Although it's warm pufflily, the spring visit
Is sad on the lip of this young patient.

Don't sing that the love's sadness
Hidden on your short life buds now
Like the sporouting green grass.

Eyes and lips of the young dear
Who dies at death should stop
Regarding people as dear.
Hearing spring should also stop.