Twelve o'clock is here and I am ready for a walk,
Twenty minutes almost running around the block.
Looking at the beautiful flowering trees,
The flowers and plants each is a masterpiece. The light wind blows the springflower petals into my hair,
All the beautiful colors and the lovely scent in the air.
It is a pleasure to pass by these gardens,
Pleasantness, beauty and harmony, and the body hardens. With the fast walk my blood flows freely all over,
My soul flies without a stopper.