The seasons change,
but not your point of view.
Please think of me,
like the moon and his stars,
you're a beautiful complex.
Summer, autumn or even snow.
You're always stuck in my head,
but I could never let you know.
It's a secret love, you have the key.
Open and unravel it, make it your own.
And by the time you've figured it out,
I will be waiting for you, at a place where
all of the four 4 seasons are together.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
The seasons change,
but not your point of view.
Please think of me,
like the moon and his stars,
you're a beautiful complex.
Summer, autumn or even snow.
You're always stuck in my head,
but I could never let you know.
It's a secret love, you have the key.
Open and unravel it, make it your own.
And by the time you've figured it out,
I will be waiting for you, at a place where
all of the four 4 seasons are together.
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