See: the fall blends into winter,
Effortless, like floating clouds,
Just as we have aged, my darling:
Passing times of joy like
Floating clouds

See the birds, they know the reason:
Season must give way to season,
Still they sing, to celebrate their flight —
Our times of joy like
Birds in flight

You and I belong together,
Through all change in clime, or weather —
Floating clouds and singing birds,
Blended seasons past all words,
Winter stars, and golden fall days,
You and I together

Always