The sun is rising,
The moon is falling,
Comfort from the warm sun,
For all hope has come back with the sound of your voice.
Happiness and joy come back from remembering the sound of the birds sing,
The sun on my face,
The breeze in my hair.
Why has this feeling been hiding for so long?
Love and friendship will never die,
And hard feelings no longer linger.
Spring has come,
Good feelings abide.