Traveling Through the Seasons of Life

If I die in autumn, I will be dry leaves flying in time... If I die in the summer, everyone will feel that I enjoyed well the temperature... if in winter, I will be so cold as the wind of the mountains, but you will inhale the odor from the highlands... If i die in spring, I will present to everyone: All my poetical feelings! Whichever season I die, I will leave a flower garden cultivated with love... My poetry... and rest tranquil, I will be welcomed wherever I dock... I will remember all with affection and friendship... !