Any time

Any time there are pain
Let you come with me
(A little beauty of sweet life
Mixs in individual poetic bit)

Not only in the springs
There are brilliant innumerable flowers
Not only the sun alone
Can dispel the tempest over.

Any time there are pain
Let you come with me
In your heart still blackness
I will be the sunbeam.

My garden full of flowers
The fragrant and sweet fruit
My house is mild fresh
The profound and the generous.

Ground still spikes and thorns
Sky still rain and wind
Any time there are pain
Let you come with me.