As if to trace the horizon, the clouds that connect sky and earth,
                                             Encircle the town where I live,
                                             During a hazy early afternoon.
                                             
                                             These cotton candy like clouds,
                                             Disperse into thin pieces, and faintly, on the other side,
                                             If I stare, a small entrance to summer appears.
                                             
                                             Surrounded by a symphony of chirping crickets, I was chasing beetles.
                                             A rewound memory of melted ice candy.
                                             
                                             The secret you were hiding from me between morning and night,
                                             You put in an box without a key.
                                             And even now, lies hidden and sleeping.
                                             
                                             The overflowing light intensifies,
                                             When I realized it, I reached out my hands.
                                             I couldn't touch it, so I couldn't move, even though my heart still yearns for it.
                                             
                                             Bathed in a summer sun, I was chasing after your voice.
                                             The burning concrete in a hazy daytime heat.
                                             
                                             Really, I'm a little scared. And I couldn't reach those beetles.
                                             With mud smearing the remains of tears on my face, I laugh.
                                             
                                             In summer, I was charmed as we walked home together.
                                             I can't possibly go back, but these feelings will not vanish.