SPRING HAS BROUGHT BLUE SKIES, WHITE BLOSSOMS AND CLOUDS LIKE SAILING SHIPS DRIFTING BY.
SOON THE WHITE BLOSSOMS WILL BE SCATTERED UPON THE SOFT, SPRING BREEZES; I’LL BLOW MY KISSES FOR THE BLOSSOMS TO PICK UP AND HOPEFULLY THE WIND WILL CARRY THEM TO YOU, WHISPERING MY NAME, TELLING YOU I STILL LOVE YOU.
