When autumn steps on the fallen leaves' roller skate
Skipping right into Winter's ice land

Winter using wisdom   Conquered mental obstacles
Eventually melting into the arms of Spring

Life is a series of movements
Movement's stopping point is the beginning of another series of movements

Our whole lifetime is repeating the same action
The consequent feeling is more complicated than mixed colours

Spring riding on the scent of flowers
Floating down to Summer's garden

Summer hustling bustling   Boiling temperatures   Choosing colours for earth's quilt
Eventually exhausted under Autumn's shadow   Soundly asleep

Dreams of Autumn   Tripped by her own blood brother
Kicking awake   Back to the future summer's complicated social life

Four brothers own the same mother Weather   But own different personalities
Who is your favourite child   The third one is mine

But loosing any one is like losing any finger
The heart drilling pain is all the same

Third one born silently
Using her quietness to shock the universe

Feeding the world's eyes with her broad-minded harvest
Sacrificing her self to fertilise the earth of mind

Well store the food for thought
That we can slip on the sound of wind   Entering the conversation of four seasons