Summer

When you call my name

I just want to start

Trying to change my mind

Or my heart.

In your voice

I see the beams of summer sun.

Riding on the bike trough infinite fields

Wing will blow in the face.

Let’s pass by mills.

Don’t deny.

It will be great today.

And when all shining days are spent

I think I’ll kiss you till the end

And brake this thin wall.

But if you want to remain friends

Summer will never come again.