凍てつく地面から、微かに漏れ聞こえる春の足音。
ゆっくりと、確実にそれは近く。
少しづつ心弾み、冷たい空気を肺で温める。
草花も、私の心も芽吹く頃。
お茶を飲みに来ませんか?
The faint sound of spring footsteps leaking from the frozen ground.
Slowly but surely, it is getting closer.
Little by little, my heart flutters and my lungs warm the cold air.
It's time for flowers and grass to sprout, as well as my heart.
Why don't you come and have a bowl of tea?