Liu Wenzheng.. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter

You are like a breeze that wakes up my soul, shy but also full of surprise

Silently handed me a small wild flower, bringing me the joy of spring

You accompanied me with the old guitar, singing on the mountain top and the waterside

Watching me smile in the bright sunshine, filling my summer with joy

You can't forget the years of wandering, waving goodbye and leaving only your back

Playing the old guitar, I still sing, the carefree autumn of my light sorrow

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