The rise of the sun came out so blooming
So sweet her voice came whispering
The clouds didn't pouch
Sweet songs chirped by the birds for listener to hear
Now the season changes.
Through the ice which freezes
The later part of someone's life
A period of maturity afterlife
The autumn breeze blows
Season changes
Every beginning as an end
Everything in life as a purpose
Everything Stoll remains the same
The season always change and again will always change.
