Goodbye now to my beloved young days
Our beautiful spring summer fall winter

“Four seasons with no reason.”
After the rain, instead of sadness comes a happy end
A seven-colored rainbow slanted like a sneer
Passed the seasons without maturing, I can’t mature (still)
Immature and long gone without maturing, Marchin’ Vivaldi
*Tchaikovsky*, greeting the seasons of today
Finally, the four at last

Boy looking over at the sky
Doing well throughout the four seasons Good-bye
Those who left and those who came
The world above our head
I’m leaving inspiration’s amazon
Burying all the trauma from past nights
A round-trip ship running, risking its life to start anew
I’m going to change more than before
A good person more and more
A better person more and more
With the morning dew, burying my anger in the past
For Life

I miss the boy and girl who cried and laughed
I keep remembering those glorious and loving days

The seasons pass hopelessly as days go by
Going through our hearts by staining red and bruising blue

For the day, the moment that will come again someday
Our beautiful spring summer fall winter