That summer, the summer of that year, the style was magnificent

That spring, the grass was growing

You step into the countryside and run in the opposite direction.

That summer, the flowers first bloomed

You hold a stake in your hand and smile between your eyebrows.

That autumn, the leaves were yellow

You have a moth eyebrow and a clever smile.

That winter, the snow was sparkling

You are dressed in a leather jacket, shy and cute.