Prologue
Spring is the first season of the year, and the year begins in spring.
Spring comes, all things awaken, and flowers bloom. The spring breeze sweeps across the land, and rain falls in a steady drizzle. When the drizzle stops, summer arrives. Heat, blazing sun, torrential rain, and howling winds. When everything turns golden, autumn suddenly appears, carrying summer's passion and hinting at winter's chill. Just as I am lost in thought, winter sweeps in, covering everything. Clouds roll through the snow, and bare branches sway, yet they hold the strength of spring, like a warrior resting before the start of a new life.
The clouds above bear witness to the changing seasons, year after year, millennium after millennium, singing and dancing...
I softly hum and sing, telling the tale of my song of the seasons. What about yours? Is it just as brilliant, just as ordinary, just as unique, and just as full of anticipation for the song that belongs to you?
