Which month is it now, my love?

The clouds drift serenely in the sky

This evening, if you did not sulk at me

Or said words of blame,

We would not feel so lonely.

Which month is it now, my love?

I'm seeking the color of the flower on your hair

This evening, I miss you already and miss

Your dress, so beautiful with the hue of poetry,

And your lips full of dreams and wishes.

Heavy rain’s falling this evening

to make us feel the bitter cold

I’ll be taking you home

My love, please don't be angry at me anymore

Looking at each other with deep sorrow,

feeling the winter chill in your soft shoulders

Which month is it now, my love?

I go seeking the spring season of life

Let winter dies, then spring appears

With your eyes beautiful like the starry sky,

To make our hearts be full of love.