Autumn(Fall) ,
winter,
Spring, and
Summer are the pretty sons
Of every year,
Undoubtedly we all love
Those pretty seasons dearly,
Everyone of us loves greatly
A certain season for one's own reasons,
I myself read very well
Our whole life in Autumn
With those fallen leafs,
I myself feel my great relaxation
In winter very well,
I myself smell perfumes and fragrance
In spring very well, and
I myself summer through its
Pretty joys and pleasures very well,
Everyone of us feels one's pretty season
Wherever he goes or
She goes happily,
We are all absolutely
The pretty lovers of our seasons,
We are all the true lovers
Of all pretty seasons
Of any pretty year.
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