The Best Memory in Summer
Summer is the season I meet you in the blue skirt.
And the season I finally lose you.
Seasons circulate and circulate.
You are never coming back.
I think of you every lonely night.
Your smile appears again and again in my dream.
Struggling, I yearn for freedom, for the life without you.
And failed.
Your skirts flutters in the wind.
Summer is here.
Your skirts flutters in the wind.
Goodbye.
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