In the summers day, far away,​

Sometimes I ask, are we going to play today?​

I can imagine how it feels,​

Watching the flowers be revealed.​

Observing the clouds slowly clear,​

Remembering that summer's starting for this year,​

Because of what they say,​

We have to wait for the special day.​

Despite the fight to go into summer,​

Everyday this spring feels like a bummer,​

We have to wait til the temperature's just right,​

This day has almost finished and now it's night.