When Autumn ends, a new season dawn.It is a season of boredom,
A season of horror,
A season of loneliness;
It marks the end of beauty.
All lovely greenness withers,
The sweet scents of Autumn varnish,
And the beautiful flower petals disappear.
A heart without love is like a lawn in winter;
It shows no signs of love,
It does not flourish as rose petals,
It is as cold as ice.
A human without humanness is like a dry river.
No signs of leaving creatures,
No eternal peace,
No eternal warm,
Lives to see others fail,
And feels pain when others succeed.
Love, love, and love.
We were born with love,
But have learned to hate.
We were born through love
But we choose to live in hatred.