Lyric

The four seasons. It is a natural seasonal cycle in Japan.
People leave behind memories in the changing seasons, and when they talk about their memories, they always remember the seasons.
The same is true for you.
365 days a year, you talk about memories that change but never fade away.
All of these stories are interesting and never get old for me.
I wish we could talk about these memories all the time.
Spring, summer, and winter, without missing a beat in all the seasons...

No, it's already too late.
In autumn, everything is gone. It has been missing.
The word for melancholy is the word for autumn.

Perhaps people in the distant past had the same experience.
I spell out the lyrics with such thoughts in mind.

But no more,

Autumn will never come.