This is the springtime of my loving,
the second season I am to know.
You are the sunlight in my growing,
so little warmth I knew before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing,
I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles
-flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes,
it is to you I give this tune.
It isn't hard to recognize,
these things are clear to all from
time to time.


Talk     Talk


I felt the coldness of my winter,
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us,
but I know that I love you so.


These are the seasons of my emotions
and like the winds they rise and fall.
This is the wonder of devotion,
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient,
upon us all a little rain must fall.