The flowers are here,
the season has come.
The season for loving,
for those who are young.
In the air these seasons are flowing,
flowing like water through a mountain stream.
People looking for someone to love,
someone to hold,
someone to hug.
The flowers are here,
the season has come.
The season for loving,
for those who are young.
The season is now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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