Autumn – Something hurt my lingering heart. It hasn't stopped bleeding since then. All the faith that is within my reach longs for better days than I have ever experienced. May the saddest of deities forgive my arrogance, for I hoped that their pity would move them to save me.

Winter — The cold nights in my room promised me fear and anxiety a thousandfold. My whole body is hurting because I want to get up, but my limbs won't move an inch. They seem to like pretending to be frozen.

Spring — I sat alone and witnessed many things: Flowers I couldn't smell, Mud I couldn't jump through, Trees I couldn't climb, everything I saw I couldn't do. I don't know if my legs are here anymore. And even if I check, what would be the purpose? I can't use them anymore.

Summer — The heat has reminded me of my aching body. The cold breeze of the depressing winter nights had kept me busy thinking on how I'd get out of bed. And all I want now is to sleep endlessly. Just so my existence will be gone, and I'll have became pure essence: I will be eternal.