Why does thee have to be?
O, sweet Summer,
Turn,
And change your birthright.
Speak such a truth,
A truth not taken for granted;
I can't fall in love
A thousand times.
O, sweet Summer,
Your heart is in gloom;
I can't reach it, but fall,
And I will be the one to catch you.
Swear not by the moon,
My love;
The moon is evil;
Eternally she changes.
A hundred and ten I will wait,
But at the time which is present,
Leave me to my sweet sadness;
A thousand times goodnight.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Why does thee have to be?
O, sweet Summer,
Turn,
And change your birthright.
Speak such a truth,
A truth not taken for granted;
I can't fall in love
A thousand times.
O, sweet Summer,
Your heart is in gloom;
I can't reach it, but fall,
And I will be the one to catch you.
Swear not by the moon,
My love;
The moon is evil;
Eternally she changes.
A hundred and ten I will wait,
But at the time which is present,
Leave me to my sweet sadness;
A thousand times goodnight.
