It's the time of the year again
Hopes where they can rest their life
On fire and of dreams to ignite other than
What they plan for years ahead

In this summer island they could ever just lay
Heat won't even matter

(But she's sorry)
This summer island, though is in reach
Same set of coal began to burn again
And thought no more miles to go

Papers and calculators moving round in round
Around her head were retrieved worksheets of Chemistry
Even Trigonometry in different corners by her sight

(Just as she thought, by now she is playing her puppy)

The weight of dreams from her youth
Now the weight of failure, heavier
To ever let her travel Summer sadness