Seasons

The leaves of that autumn are tired

The trees that make life today are in inevitable sadness,

Spring is gone 

A fine night without stars, 

Those breaking branches of my soul are eating me up, 

But winter is the way to revive and nourish those lifeless souls 

You are like the blue sky 

Just like my imagination, 

You will grow again

In the night sky full of stars, 

Beautiful and eternal with all your scars.