The Four Seasons

(from Tully)

It was always a hot summer

In the days we used to play

I could say it doesn’t matter

But I’d give me all away.

Now an autumn has passed and another one, too,

There will be many springs now,

All without you.

Our cold winters won’t see you again

And neither will I

Till my seasons will end.

What hurts selfish me is not that you’ve gone,

But that I am still here,

And I’m all alone.

Spring, winter, and fall run into each other

I hope where you are it is one endless summer.