'Close your eyes, I will send you sunshine.
Can't you feel the brilliant golden sunlight...?

I did it.
As Frederick spoke of sunshine, the four little mice felt their bodies growing warmer.

'Close your eyes again.'

Frederick told me about the blue vines, the red poppies in the yellow straw, and the green strawberry bushes.
The mice could clearly see the colors drawn in their minds.

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Who will sprinkle the snowflakes?
Who will melt the ice?
Who will bring bad weather?
Who will bring clear weather?
Who will make the four-leaf clover bloom in June?
Who is it that makes the day end?
Who lights up the moonlight?

Four field mice living in the sky
Four field mice like you

The spring mouse brings showers
Summer mice paint all kinds of flowers
The autumn mouse brings berries and wheat.
Winter mice curl up in their small bodies
How nice it is to have four seasons
Who will sprinkle snowflakes that are neither too much nor too little for each season?
Who will melt the ice?
Who will bring bad weather?
Who will bring clear weather?
Who will make the four-leaf clover bloom in June?
Who is it that makes the day end?
Who lights up the moonlight?

Four field mice living in the sky
Four field mice like you

The spring mouse brings showers
Summer mice paint all kinds of flowers
The autumn mouse brings berries and wheat.
Winter mice curl up in their small bodies
How nice it is to have four seasons
Just four seasons, neither too much nor too little