Life is full of reasons
As 1 climate with different seasons
We make a lot of decisions
But to make them work, where are our visions?
Sometimes there is sunshine,
Sometimes there is rain;
We can’t always gain in life
We have to bear the pain.
The trees that bloom in autumn,
Will be snow-covered from top to bottom
All the troubles we have gone through,
Will soon be forgotten.
The narrow life we share,
The innumerable tears we shed;
Will just amount to nothing
After we are dead.
It’s the season that counts,
Not the climate that amounts
In the little little little kind deeds we do everyday,
Is where happiness is often found.
So life may present a lot of reasons
But consists of only 4 seasons
No matter how many & what are our decisions
We should never forgo our visions.