Through The Seasons of Waiting

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I've waited for you through the seasons;

Waiting for those moments without specific reasons

Waiting patiently; while looking at the vast sea of clouds

Standing in the same place, waiting in a different time


In what season you will arrive?

In every season that passes by, I always strive

For whatever reason, I kept this feeling alive

Will I be able this feeling to be derived?


Summer came... sunlight directly hitting my face

The sun, the daylight, I tried to enjoy every rays

While waiting for you; I found out that:

Daylight hours are the longest; and darkness are shortest


Autumn came... I held my hand catching the falling leaves

The wind, the coldness, I am trying to embrace

While waiting for you; I found out that:

In autumn season, they daylight grows the shortest


Winter came... I put my index finger in the snow

I wrote "I am waiting and yearning for you."

My nose was red and my feelings went blue

While waiting for you, I was worried-

I was worried that you might not survived this coldness that put through


Spring came... after the winter

The flowers bloom and the trees are dancing

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming"

And for your return, I still keep on waiting

The change of seasons, maybe affect my emotions

But it won't affect the fact that I'm waiting at your destination

I will let you land in my arms without any question

Through your eyes, I know there's no more confusion


After four seasons, you finally arrived

Flying through the clouds, flying towards the sky

I sweetly smiled, wiping the tears from my own eyes

I can't believe that fate permits me to be with you in this life


We made memories together; on summer we faced the sun bravely and touched every rays

On autumn, you're flying in the sky and underneath you are me who is dancing while catching the leaves falling from the trees

On winter, I made us a couple coats that made you cuter, you flew, I laughed

On spring, we watched the flowers bloom and tree leaves sprout


And now that I am with you and you are with me;

In every season; I hope we will always be

For whatever reason I will stay with you until next and next century

And—it pains me knowing that someday, I have to let go of thee.

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