I like the exuberance of spring,
everything withered puts on new attire,
and writes letters to dandelions.
I like summer,
seized by the song of cicadas,
and my wet clothes,
going home with the drizzle.
I like the vines of autumn,
maple leaves are red,
and wild geese are calm.
I like the winter snow,
that measures the footprints of happiness,
the warmth of spring.
I like the silence of the wind,
pathos of the clouds,
brightness of the day,
and you by my side.
I like drift bottle containing dreams,
yearbook carrying youthfulness,
the light blue sea in memory,
and a cafe where i can daydream.
I like watching the sunrise,
feeling the profoundness of nature,
awaiting the return of the migratory birds,
forgetting upsets and squeamishness.
I like the way life is.