My mind died early in Spring, when in the garden a bush bloomed.
And in puddle light I found my answer: my mind died. It's no more.
My mind died on a hot summer day when suddenly the leaves turned green.
And in the sound of surf I found my answer: my mind died. It's no more.
My mind died in the autumnal season, when suddenly the rain wept.
And in the wind's shout I found my answer: my mind died. It's no more.
My mind died in the cold winter, when suddenly the snowstorm danced.
And in a marble of ice I found my answer: my mind died. It's no more.
I'm tense about my tense, so don't be too intense when you tell me my tense doesn't match Gunitskiy's intent.