(No border for summer exhaustion,)
Our planet is, day by day, turning around.
(This summer, I may not be able to protect my delicate, sensitive skin)
Pedaling my morning bike,
I, at last, came to the sea.
(Tomorrow is August 7th 1996, the autumn day)
The horizon is very calm,
(But I feel like I Have left something, somewhere )
--Sorry to be late to report,
Which happens almost everyday, though,
The cool shells
Deep down in the sea,
(Not knowing summer exhaustion)
Have never seen, nor heard of
Swings
(Rocking in the park on the road along the shore)
You think so-called "swing" is
Big?
Probably
Our adductor is
Bigger.
On the morning shore came around
Small fish
'Cause it smelled like cats' mustache burned
So-called "girls" are supposed to be
Cute?
Probably
Our eyes are cuter.
On the afternoon shore came around
Boys
'Cause it smelled like your eyelashes burned.
At what time are we gonna meet today?
Talkin' about the swimming pool?
(No border for summer exhaustion,)
In the park on the road along the shore,
Cicadas are still making noises--
The cool shells
Deep down in the sea
Have never seen, nor heard of
Sun.
Is so-called "sun"
Big?
Probably
Our adductor is
Bigger.
The cool shells
Deep down in the sea
Have never seen, nor heard of
Tandem swing.
--The horizon is getting more wavy
(But I feel like I have left someone, somewhere, far off)
You
(Who don't really known summer exhaustion)
Must have hard time
Rewriting your lovers!
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