The air is warm like the sand on the beach we walk on, my hand is rough intertwined with yours, like the words you speak to me, your smile is bright, like the light in my eyes when I look forth to see you, August evenings, January dinning, I’m in love with you and I hear you crying, let me hold on, let me keep these August evenings in my heart, don’t break my whole life apart, but if need be, leave me and break my soul into pieces of shattered glass, as long as these August evenings will so last.