Lyrics of four seasons by Liang Bo(liang bo si ji ge ci )

The breeze blows on your face

I can't blow your brows away

All things bloom

You feel it first

I know you don't want to

Become so sensitive

Too clear, too clear

The past of life

Rain falls on you

On his shoulder, too

Moisten the soil

Also moisten your wound

Autumn is golden

You want to harvest again

But I'm afraid of it again

Buried in snow

No matter where you are

No matter what you look like

No matter how much you let it go

No matter how strong you are

Recycling in season

You have to forget

Recycle in any season

Still think about it

Chinese PinYin : Liang Bo Si Ji Ge Ci