In the late spring time,
Write a diary of youth.
The first time I saw it,
Such as the fragrance of stone essential oil aromatherapy,
Quietly in the air.


That is the taste of youth love,
Sweet and shy,
Like the spring breeze blowing petals,
It is like morning dew moistening my heart.


Late spring diary, first series,
Treasure every pure emotion,
Let love bloom in the bottom of my heart forever.