You are like a spring flower, opening up to the sun
At first, the bright light hurts your eyes
But you will get used to its’ presence
You grow where others are yet to grow
In that sense, you are a pioneer
Still, you are unsure whether the cold will hurt you or not
You can never get entirely closed up again
Darkness will come and cloud your vision
But the next time you will remember:
The sun will rise again
It will always rise again
And you know what else goes for a spring flower?
Everybody longs for you to blossom
To show your beauty and bring hope to the world
