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It was winter.
It was the day you fell into a long winter sleep.
A day when I fell into a deep winter sleep, not knowing when I would wake up.
A day when white snow falls gently and carols ring out in the streets.
On a day like that, the sight of lovers embracing each other and sharing warmth in the cold wind seemed especially lonely.
I sat quietly in a chair, drawing your sleeping figure as I wrote a winter letter.
On such a winter night, my letter
Strangely enough, it was lonely, cold, and sad.
I folded the letter carefully and put it in the mailbox. I hope it reaches you, my winter, when it comes again.
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It was spring.
It was the first spring day I spent without you.
The day when everything that had been hiding underground in the winter cold came to light.
A day when the story of students walking to school holding hands in groups of three or five sounds like a song.
The day when the dandelion you loved greeted you with a bright smile.
I picked a few of those spring flowers to show you while you were sleeping. And I even trimmed them nicely.
My spring while you were sleeping
It was consistently warm, cozy, and soft.
I've carefully placed the spring I'll give you in a bottle. I hope it will remain the same until the next winter.
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It was summer.
It was a cold day and I couldn't feel your warmth.
A day when the hot air and the cicadas hanging from the trees announce the beginning of summer.
A day when I sat on the floor and closed my eyes and heard the sound of the fan and the summer breeze singing together.
A day when I miss the warmth of your hand as we held each other even though it was hot.
My summer was dull without you
It was hot, exciting, and vibrant like the first time.
I've preserved my summer in a glass. I hope you can taste my summer too.
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It was autumn.
It was a day that dyed me in various colors like you.
The day when the leaves that had been blooming green began to change and find their own colors.
A day when the grains in the field, one by one, found their own color and turned yellow.
A day when the autumn colors you loved to wear shine especially brightly.
My autumn was dyed in various colors
It was particularly gorgeous, elegant, and delicious.
I've painted my autumn in a single picture. I hope you can see my autumn, its colors.
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It was winter again.
As expected, you were asleep and didn't wake up.
What kind of dream are you having that makes you sleep so deeply and comfortably?
It's okay, I will continue to make time for you.
I just hope I'm there when you wake up
I wish you could tell me the dreams you had during that long winter sleep.
I will continue to be on my time so that you don't get flustered
I will write you down, pick a few flowers and put them in a cup, pour them into a cup, and draw them on a piece of paper.
So when you wake up, I hope you smile at me.