Love, like the seasons, was never meant to stay the same. When they first met under the cherry blossoms of spring, their connection felt destined-gentle, fleeting, and full of promises. Summer came with warmth and laughter, days that felt endless under the golden sun. But as autumn arrived, so did the quiet changes, the slow unraveling of everything they thought would last. And by winter, only silence remained. My Seasons is a bittersweet tale of two souls who found each other too late, or perhaps just in time-to learn that even the most beautiful love stories are as fragile as falling leaves, and as temporary as the bloom of spring. But if love moves like the seasons, shifting yet returning... could it be that endings are only new beginnings?