#72 every seasons

Every springtime,
when new flowers bloomed by dawn,
I'll just sit at the patio, gaze far beyond horizon,
wondering where are you and what are you doing.
I have a strange feeling, in my heart,
we will meet again, I know we will.

Every summer,
every day of it I only wear something that's tradition:
floral shirt and shorts, like those days when I was with you.
I feel muggy but lonely is one I do not wish.
It feels forever, it feels like its going to last eternally without but,
I am still waiting until we meet again, I know we will.

When leaves falls down on the patio I know it's Autumn.
A season where I am in good mood to flip all the albums,
that keep all our photos together.
I am grateful for the chances we had, oh nostalgia,
I hope the breeze send my regards wherever you are.
By then, you will walk back home, I know you will.

Winter I spend my time in front of fireplace.
It's not like I want to tuck away my memory traces,
but I in need of something to feel comfortable.
So I chug all cognacs available.
I hope that I'd be seeing you soon, very soon.
I know you will, I know you will,

I know that you will.