July is the best season to buy basketball shoes.
I still remembered the first time I smelled your perfume,
my heart fluttered, as I found out
you smoke the same Marlboro as I do.

The weather of July
makes everything become so long.
Long enough to take a nap,
to make a heavy rain in my dream.
Let me bring you an umbrella
after you got totally drenched.

And the best part of July is that there
are countless blue skies to be wasted.
The white cloud doesn't look clear enough on the camera,
so I take out my guitar,
singing French songs one after another.

You make me want to keep my diary
everyday in July.

It was the first time that I recognized October’s face clearly.
With his big eyes open, not saying anything,
he gently handed me a bunch of flowers.
A cool breeze passed by,
and I’ve inscribed your voice into my mind.

Please be sunny tomorrow, I prayed.
In hopes of taking a stroll along the moonlight with you
in your shirt powder blue,
to the place you’ve been so familiar with
but I’ve never been to.