Spring,
Ah! The joy,
Anew beginning,
The season that sings,
Love is in the air,
It's the season of caring,
It's the season that teaches us.
Summer,
Where the roots of love grow,
Yet stronger,
Where the hearts of lovers,
Are even more beautiful than diamonds,
Are brighter than the sun,
It's time when love,
Immortilised, never grow to grow old.
Autumn,
The season of hearts breaking,
The seasons where dreams,
Shattered and destroyed,
The warmth of love once felt,
Slowly departs with the breeze,
Like dead leaves leaving the trees,
Leaving a heart with nothing,
But pieces of memories.
Winter,
The warmth once treasured,
Is but a faint memory,
What seems eternal,
Is replace by bitter coldness,
Will the heart ever feel warmth once again?
Or will the cold remain?
But not to fear,
For hope is here,
When spring blossoms,
Yet again, next year!
