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Cheerful rain pours warm

Runs in a stream, a water call.

And the cloud, the tambourine beats,

And him a shadow runs, plays the ground.

A wreath in the sky with a rainbow blooms,

Weave ribbon-lightning into braids.

And the wind sings a May song,

In the orchestra here, spring melodies.

Spring, as if the girl is leading her

On marital dance with thunder.

The earth gives flowers in dowry,

And the sky gives the rainbow color.