There are nights I imagine that you’re still with me,
In my vision you are lying beside me every night,
That’s my dream that could turn my world so bright,
But I’ll set you free, so you’ll never with me.
Sometimes I open my old wooden box,
Inside there are papers with stamps that flocks,
Those are the letters you gave me last time,
While uttering your riddle about the cute ripe lime.
The month after my birthday is a season of summer,
I remember the moments when you’re still my lover,
You mail me your message for a date and a dinner,
And there, you kissed me and said that we’re forever.
Summer is ending and now its winter,
The rain pours down but we still go outside,
Playing like youngsters, dancing side by side,
No time is wasted when we tease each other.
The clock runs faster, the winter passed by,
And the day after tomorrow is a deep blue sky,
Telling us that it’s now a spring season,
We still love each other for no reason.
And then, it’s the last season, the fall,
You mailed me a message and leave a phone call,
But I doubt a word, I don’t want you to stay,
In a moment I forget everything, just go away.
Now destiny knocks my heart.
Your brother sent me a message, he write,
“He is sick, he didn’t tell you from the start”,
“And sad to say, he died last night.”
Suddenly my tears starts to fall,
Realizing your words in the last phone call,
Love might just change everything,
But it do ends with just nothing.
It begins with smile and ends with pain,
Your death lost everything but my love still remain,
Now I know, it’s hard to love,
Coz’ there are only four seasons love could have.