• On a perfect day, the meadows come into light.
    Not a single crystal of snow in sight.
    Each day comes to the field of gold, always sunny with its might.

    Best days come far in this season
    Every sunny morning makes it a reason.
    At the top, I gaze at its glory
    Under my feet, the grass graze, representing the whole story.
    Towards it all, the weather is mild
    In its fall, the weather is briefly wild.
    Fast as it can be, it'll always be sunny.
    Until then, a memory of a wild weather can be funny.
    Leaves in color and sprouting flowers, I would cuddle to a white bunny.

    Seasons so bright
    Underneath me, it's more than a beautiful day.
    No raindrop or crystal of snow shall get in my way.
    Stepping into the soft, green line of sight.
    Happiness within the sunlight
    In the meadows, flowers bloom even in May
    Never again will the sky become gray
    Each field of silver and gold will always have its might.