The Iron Entered Into My Soul

My heart is a sweet spring,

Fresh, silent, and musical,

Pacify depressed tired soul.

My heart is a sweet spring,

Steadily, happily and hopefully ,

Someday, the evil comes,

The sweet spring stop flow,

Mingled, tangled, and baffled.

Winter has come,

The sweet spring lost its song,

And I lost my paradise.

To pursue great expectation or cherish the chaste  love?

The iron entered into my soul,

And I lost my paradise.

Confused, scrabbled and hopeless.

Spring has come, a bird told,

Where there is a will there is a way.