The summer air is cooling gradually,
The peaches are off their trees,
The leaves are preparing for autumn,
But it’s still only you I see.

And winter will gladly come,
We will be in school all day long,
I will spend the hours dreaming
Writing and singing your song.

Remember when you stopped,
So suddenly where we were,
You kissed me,
        I smiled,
I had a disease and you’re my cure,

Thank you, Beau.