this season dont change the skin.
it is at its natural best.
u have the spots of grace, tranquillizing my sight.
often will yu see, in future, not something like this.
hold on, this season don't change the skin.

illusion there is none for now.
the trueness looks splendid.
the fear, the mercy, the love, the grief
all rolled there, don't seem to obscure your
appearance.
it stands perfect, with no show of pretence.
so let dat be, the skin, don't change it for now.