Since a person who was sleeping in the ice
is now singing about the spring,
it must truly be spring which has come.
Snowy rain turns to
spring rain and falls down,
but the spring and also the one for whom I am waiting are not coming,
so my anxious heart only burns.
Thinking that my beloved one could have come already,
perhaps without letting me know,
if this is the spring that was meant to come,
as I go on my spring outings,
I will look for him, peeping here and there.