I like listening to music, and I like the hearty pleasure when I slide on the icy road after snow. I like snowflakes flying in my hair. I like the comfort of stepping on new snow and leaving a trail of footprints. I like the satisfaction of drawing two hearts on other people's snowmen. I like it. I like listening to the sound of flowers.
I like autumn. ...
I like you.
I like spring, because spring is the season when everything recovers. I like to see those seeds sticking out of the soil with a little green ... I like walking, I like you singing and leading me on the shady road, and I like this road.