I'll write to you.

The summer's full of joy,
The rays are shining mildly and slightly.
I feel my burden's finally destroyed,
And freedom's arms are holding me so tightly.

I'll write to you.

The time is flying - soon
These days will change, the autumn's coming closer.
The air's so nice this afternoon,
The Wind's pretending he's a great composer.

I'll write to you.

No more about love. You're right, who deem 
It brings back pain and longing.

I'll write to you.

Our love was a dream
We have to say goodbye to in the morning.