Season of change.

Seasons of change.

As much as I love the fall,
here there's only rain and dry,
a tropical country that I live in,
no snow, summer, spring or fall.

I love the smell when it rains,
I love the smell of freshly cut grass,
Even if it's always raining,
we can always find simply pleasure from nature.

A city that's big BUT no stars that shine,
A village that's discreet BUT surrounded by fireflies,
You can wish on a shinning star not on a shinning light bulb,
I wish, I could reach the stars and stay at the moon.

What we give to the land,
we'll receive it back,
What we give to buildings,
just fades and cracks~