Seasons of the heart

The poetry of autumn leaves
And cloudy sky will tell me why
We meet, we fall in love and then
We turn around and say goodbye. 

The language of the winter's snow
Will be my guide to understand
The real price of your hello.
It's perfect time for feeling sad...

And spring shall come. It always does.
The words of spring are fresh and new. 
And maybe than will come to us
Some summer days for me and you...