• Summer, hot and burning,
    Like passion left unfed,
    Chased by autumn mourning,
    Dying green turns to red.
    Oh, here comes cold winter,
    Putting things to sleep.
    Waiting until spring arrives,
    Do budded roses keep
    To themselves until they wake,
    Waiting for the sun.
    Endless circles, life does make!
    Seasons, oh! What fun!