When Time is Governed by Annual Equinoxes
Invasion of the Xs when summer comes.
Intoxication of lovers when summer shines.
Tell me, is it really the leaves that fall when Autumn comes?
Or the lonely, the broken and the hopeless ones.
When the leaves start to fall and the winds blow cold.
The new color of death is orange, makes the trees fold.
When the ice starts to spring from the frozen ground.
The new colors of blue and white, makes you safe and sound.
Four seasons to others maybe two,
It changes, and it means you too.
When the spring comes, a new life will grow.
When the flowers have bloomed and the water in the river has flowed.
The trees will stand, released from their fold.
Don't you wish that there's a hand that you would rather hold?
To be caught in Spring,
To be loved in Summer,
To fight in Fall,
And to last until Winter.
April 13, 2013
Corrected by: Kenno Nishioka
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