Summer's wind,
It chills my ear.
Autumn's breeze,
It cools my cheek.

Things have unraveled in front of us now,
The stars hover over our heads,
Forever has become our sacred vow.

Winter's breeze,
It cools my cheek,
Spring's wind,
It chills my ear.

This life is ours to build,
We start with small bricks,
In order to live our lives fulfilled.

Wind all-year-round,
Gusts at all times,
The passage of time's bell,
Continues to chime.