the still dead summers,
when the night time tends to hide,
the endless chirps of mama birds echo the cloudless sad sky.

i stare above with brooding eyes,
sitting frigidly by the shoreline,
tears held back, reasons unclear.

i'm losing track of time.
i've been sat here awhile.

this solace i find in my sorrow,
this void i seem to embrace with open arms...
"surely when the autumn arrives,
this madness will end"...
i tell myself,

the still dead summers, i cannot bear.