The spring wind brings a letter from the swallow from the south
Asking if the old house is occupied
Asking if the grass is green and the glacier is open
Whether the air is filled with flying insects
Is there room for it to live
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The swallow's letter is full of longing
Hanging the sadness of parting high on the eaves
The grass in the north has sprouted
The fish in the river are rippling
But who can bring back to the swallow
This letter that even the letter carrier can't deliver
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Let the warm sunshine tell the swallows
Just keep flying north
Consider it an exercise to dance with wings
Wait until you see the old elm tree at the entrance of the village
The flowers in my hometown are already blooming and the spring is already warm