If winter would fall upon thy face
It will melt like snowflakes.
For thou art warmer than sunshine
Glorious as the summer rays.
If spring were to linger amidst thy hands
Its season will yield till autumn.
For thou art more fragrant than any bud that blooms
Ensues more harvest than any blossom.
If upon thee were to shine summer.
It will arouse the tranquil deep waters.
Hence harness its mighty vast showers
If fall would arrive with thee
Neither the hills nor meadow’s greens will droop
Nor any rose petal will wilt assume.
For thy life revives each fallen faded leaf
And vanquish the dusk that withers the breadth of autumn.
