The drizzle of the autumn leaves, the silent sway of the snowflake tango, the incandesce of summer's glory and the gentle sigh of spring. The seasons that goes by, memories that fades. Hold on to what's dear, and never never let go...

You are but a ripple in the ocean of destiny.
The moon and the sun idle by even with you gone.
The place you hold in our memories,
Age vanquishes without mercy.
We must all come to pass,
Who have we been, what have we done.
We will come to pass.

Bye WeiYang.