In Summer,
Our love was set ablaze
Like the marigolds,
Red and yellow all throughout.
As if the Sun kissed a flower,
The embodiment of our fire--
It would grow until it burned out.
In Summer,
Our love was set ablaze
Like the marigolds,
Red and yellow all throughout.
As if the Sun kissed a flower,
The embodiment of our fire--
It would grow until it burned out.