While the start of the spring is my rising star,
It's autumn, says the gleaming lunar
Yet, I neither like nor dislike both
While the solar be at the midsummer of the season,
the wisdom settles in the midwinter
Yet, I neither like nor dislike both
For, I am yearning for the eternal call,
of the everlasting season
It's autumn, says the gleaming lunar
Yet, I neither like nor dislike both
While the solar be at the midsummer of the season,
the wisdom settles in the midwinter
Yet, I neither like nor dislike both
For, I am yearning for the eternal call,
of the everlasting season
