Tell me the reason
oh, love of my life.
The seasons are wandering
and I don't know why.

I'm watching the winter
just blend into spring,
as I spend my time waiting
for life to begin.

These days I enjoy
as each one floats by,
creating new memories
to look back at and smile.

But what is the essence,
now here in the scene?
The past is the real world.
The future, the dreams.