Cruel the executioner be

                                                         Kill all the plants in a single night

                                                         Lord of the land is he

                                                         Nothing left in an empty sight

 

                                                         Quiently he freezes the dead lake

                                                         I don’t know the deed done for whose sake

                                                         For himself also trying to escape from the sharp cold

                                                         And people’s bodies are his best choice so cold

 

                                                         Gentlly she wakes up the childish seeds

                                                         And dances to birds’ song and blossom laughter

                                                         Ducks are the first who know her came through the seeds

                                                         They play with herin the warm water

 

                                                         She moves the cloud hither and thither in the sky

                                                         And the birds are enjoy their free fly

                                                         A good cleaner I think she is indeed

                                                         And for the birds up and down must carrying the water in deed

                                                        

                                                         So this is the sound of seasons

                                                         She gives us more happiness and peaceful

                                                         And the language of the wind is interesting and marvelous