Seasons

Life in them

The flowers and seeds, brio grows in them

Day and night

The thing of withering

Isn't fine with them

Forever young

The line said by many, but many can't

Forever dumb

The beauty of living is for ends to come

To begin this November

I was writing this song on a bench near the river

Some guy over 90

Interrupted my set, he spoke loud no quiver

We talked below the sun

Companions, funerals, and their time when together

We all cherish this encounter, Mr Li

When is an end, for another

Seasons, they rotating for a reason

Joy, sadness, depression

Them things going round and round as always

Seasons, they all change for a reason

Like friends and companions

The end for us is sure to part ways

季节一轮一轮不停歇

可春夏秋冬未变

Well, the start and the end of a life have been like

季节一轮一轮不停歇

有泪目必有笑脸

人生总会阴晴圆缺