She rolled to the other side time
Idly waking up from a long slumber
A smile paints on her lips upon hearing chimes
On which they call another sign they should remember

Creeping from the home of the creatures
Another season was born under her care
Her favorite colors were warm tones
So Wanderers saw trees with such color and designs

Autumn, the seasons of pumpkins
You'll see little ones painting their skins
She is the end of a long summer ride
From a distance,
He watches her blow colder winds to the tides

She sadly watches her lover getting dismembered
By high waves crashing against him
And the sunset withdrawing his full image,
"No one can bring warmth and happiness but you."
She shuts her eyes, collecting Summer's image on her mind.