When summer comes,
I recall the smell of sweet cigarettes.
The smell that made me suffer and drowned.
The smoke kept you away from me
I wanted you to take me far away
But you didn't.
Before I forgot that smell
Before I forgot shape of you
Summer had gone.

Love is just clumps that everyone said "just these thing".

If you dive in the deep ocean without sorrow,
You are happier than anyone at the moment.
Even if you can't breathe, that is not your last breathe.
Unless you lose your love from your sight,
You will never be swept away by the wave.
Just step into the puddle made by the heavy rain.