Spring,

The season of love.

Birds chirping a love song while love knocks on my door,  

This foreign feeling stirring within me,

So unexpected and so strong,

I love you, my nightingale.

Summer,

The season of life.

The Earth is a painting with every shade of green,

Your favourite colour it seems to be,

So vibrant and full of life,

You are my sunshine.

Autumn,

The season of change.

Leaves turning brown while flowers wilt,

Like the love between you and her,

Are you ready, ma boy?

To put the past behind and accept a new beginning,

We belong together.

Winter,

The season of death.

Pure white snow, used to be the colour of our love, now turning grey.

Dying love and fading feelings,

Is there turning back,

Can our love be saved?