With hand in hand are four seasons
My sad days
through time pull
Warm and cold,
life is a mouse Sun is burning me,
rain
is washing me
With hand in hand are four seasons When it's winter,
time runs
My seasons,
from the beginning Step by step,
they are coming to an end
My seasons,
my seasons Where are they now,
the spring is blooming
My seasons My seasons
And lip, summer Butterfly and happy
I'm an old leaf on the path
My hands are cold,
my feet are freezing
Old leaf,
my old leaf, old leaf
I'm holding four old leaves
Who will push them to the end of the wall
Some will disappear when they are
gone We will be careful only in winter
Old leaf, my old leaf,
where is the flowery spring now?
Old leaf,
my old leaf, old leaf