In the spring season
I went to azalea, to jasmines and roses
To the hills and valleys singing the songs of delights
And my love will be my voice
In summer I wander in the green meadows
Get tried and slept carelessly under the azure sky
My love will be a shadow for me.
In autumn I went to gardens of grapes
Watch the bare branches of trees in poor condition
My love will be with me to share my loneliness
In winter I sit near the fire plate
Recalling the past, remembering the old stories.
My love will be my warmth
When I get hopeless, get tired and stop the journey
Get fear of darkness like a innocent child.
My love will take my hand and lead me to light.
In youth love will taught me ethics
In my old ages it become my stick
My love will always with me
