In April roses are everywhere
In May we sit face to face like in a dream when June comes
In June grasses are in full bloom and the smell fill the air
In July my feeling is between sadness and happiness
the the rolling wheat fields disppear at the end of sky with grasslands
August is just August
In August i keep my secrets
i am water in the bottle
you are a cloud in the blue sky
In September and October
with tears in my eyes like a deep ocean
you and me
oceans apart
November is coming
through the windows
i see the heavy snow in December