Spring has come, it has come.
To the beautiful land of Korea, far and wide,
the new spring has come.
Spring has come,
flowers have blossomed,
and my dear Love’s face has also blossomed.
Holding my dear Love’s hand,
I go out for a spring outing.
Forsythias have bloomed,
Magnolias have bloomed,
and all the spring flowers have bloomed.
Ah, if the spring were to leave,
all of the spring flowers would wither.
Then what would I do, since there would be no flowers?
Right, right, that’s right.
At that time, my dear Love’s face
would burst into bloom even more,
so while looking at my dear Love’s face, which keeps smiling,
for a late-spring outing,
I will leave to the far, far southern country
which is drenched with sorrow
and has been waiting for ages.
