Moving with the seasons

The summer air is clearing,
In comes an autumn breeze.
A new season blesses us with its presence,
Yet the old season still lingers.

Just like the seasons,
People also change.

I remember going outside and being surrounded by the blue sky and the ones i love.
But now, i'm surrounded by grey clouds and strangers.
Its hard to comprehend how things can alternate so quickly.

Let's hope my future is better than this terrible present,
And the new season after this will be more pleasant.