Love Season

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Some loves are so far away that they have no end.

Even when the snow melts and new sprouts emerge,

in the indifferently flowing passage of time,

that love still lingers.

Like the mirage of a spring day,

it fades faintly, just out of reach,

and like petals scattered by the wind,

only waiting loses its way.

 

Some loves are so close that they have no beginning.

Like the dazzling summer sun, they approach intensely,

but without truly seeing each other,

every day burns brightly, then fades away.

In the inescapable, scorching cycle,

we are like waves of summer,

not love, but simply flowing,

rising and disappearing.

 

Some loves are only known not to have been love

after they have ended.

When the cool autumn wind seeps in,

only then do we realize,

the love that had turned red, all those moments,

fall like faded autumn leaves,

at the edge of the lost season,

and our time vanished just as fleetingly.

 

Some loves are endless, so we never realize they are love.

Hidden in the cold air of a long winter night,

the snowflakes that fall and accumulate

could never find each other's warmth.

Falling into the deep sleep of hibernation,

not knowing what that love was,

still playing winter's hide-and-seek,

sleeping on.