• The Spring has begun,
    A rainny sun, a sunny rain,
    Flowers bloom, trees grow....
    A feeling of warmth, a feeling of cold,
    Wind blows, full of life,
    It whistles everywhere...
    A perfect day, a perfect scene...

    Spring gets old, and Summer comes,
    The glistening ocean, the burning sun,
    The blowing wind, trees are vivid.
    Waves of fire, waves of water, waves of wind, whistling leaves,
    These are the sun's domains,
    Endless warmth, endless water, neverending wind, evergreen...
    Days are hot, nights are cold...

    The trees lose their green, the flames begin,
    Autumn is here...
    Green has turned into leaves of fire,
    Red, orange, yellow, brown, spread all around...
    The cold fire grows, but it does not burn,
    Flames are extinguished with the soothing breeze,
    Then carried away, to dont return again...
    The trees are alone...

    As the flames fade away, a cold wind starts to blow,
    The howling wind of the Winter...
    Chilling, freezing, cold,
    Deathly wind, it spreds the snow...
    A cotton blanket covers the night sky,
    It lets enter shining moonlight,
    The source of silver light...
    Frozen tears fall from the sky, shining like night's crystals...

    Seasons...
    Neverending story...
    Always changing...
    It has only one purpose,
    The birth life...