I’m just an ordinary person, an ordinary young lover of the arts. I don’t have the literary talent of the morning sun, but I dream of finding a rainbow of my own. My life is simple, yet full of color. If you’re interested, then take a look at my spring, my midsummer, my withering autumn, and my bleak winter.
I found a hint of spring, and before I knew it, summer had arrived. Spring and summer were lovely, but they weren’t real, because I’d already entered autumn’s decline. Yet they truly had been here. I gazed out, and only when I saw a snowflake did I realize that spring had passed long ago.
