It always feel good
To feel the soothing breeze of flying February,
It becomes more pleasant
When the dying winter surfaces suddenly.

It's like some loved one
Turning around to bid farewell.
With a promise to come again
Just as it always did annually.

Good bye February,
Though most of us likes you
Waits for you as the occasion of love
I adore you, I value you
As the carrier of life.