Spring is the season of flowers.

The months that my love started.

In a flower field I found you.

A beautiful red shining rose.

I feel immediately in love.

With the bright golden boy.

Summer is the season of sun.

Where through it all love shines.

It comes to it's top, so high.

And your smile is my light.

Lets hope our love won't die.

Like the leaving warmth behind.

Autumn is the season of storms.

Falling leaves drifting in the wind

The gold turns to dark red

And like a leave or bird you go

Fleeing from the cold, from me

Behind I stay, watchinig you walk.

Winter is the season of snow.

White and cold it burries all.

I stand alone, with no one near.

You, my love, dear, are gone.

And took my heart with you.

Left pieces, deep under the ice.