I hate the breeze of SPRING
Melancholy and pain it brings
SUMMER dries all the hope for tomorrow
Explains all the sorrows
WINTER cold defines the feeling
the look in your eyes I\'m getting
My last hope fell with the leaf
from the last FALL that you leave
Seasons may come and seasons go
But the wound left I can forgo
I could go thru the pain over again
Squeeze the last drop of sweetness I can gain