TOh muốn tắt nắng đi Cho màu đừng nhạt mất

TOh muốn tắt nắng đi Cho màu đừng nhạt mất; TOh muốn buộc gió lại Cho hương đừng bay đi. This is the honey month of bees and butterflies.; Here are the flowers of the green fields; Here are the leaves of the fluttering silk branches; This is the love song of the swallows.. And here is the flash of light. Every morning, God of Joy knocks on the door; Tháng giêng ngon như một cặp mOh gần; TOh sung sướng. But half in a hurry: TOh không chờ nắng hạ mới hoài xuân. Spring is coming, means spring is coming, Spring is still young, means spring will be old, But spring is over, nghĩa là tOh cũng mất. Lòng tOh rộng, but the sky is so narrow, Not giving long to human youth, Why say that spring still cycles?, If I come again, it doesn't mean I'll see you again.! Heaven and earth, nhưng chẳng còn tOh mãi, Nên bâng khuâng tOh tiếc cả đất trời; Smell of the month, năm đều rớm vị chia phOh, Across the river, The mountains still silently say goodbye... The beautiful wind whispers in the green leaves, Is it because of resentment that I have to fly away?? The chirping birds suddenly stopped., Is it fear of impending decay?? Never, Oh! Never nữa... Mau đi thOh! The season has not yet turned to evening, I want to embrace the whole new life that is just beginning to bloom.; I want to squeeze the clouds and the wind, I want to be drunk with love, I want to capture in one kiss many mountains and rivers, and tree, and the grass is bright, For dizzying aroma, filled with light, Filled with the colors of the fresh season; - Oh pink spring, i want to bite you!