Spill it from your mouth once more
Playing the guitar in a two-beat rhythm
Three more verses of lyrics to write
Summer's arriving for the fourth time
A realization of a misunderstood story is much too late
On the six straw mats¹ in my head, we live together
Things we'd like to forget and things we don't understand belong to us
I still believe in the end of this long night
Now, everything about life is stupid to me
Even the white clouds flowing above
My imagination is tracing back to you
And how you're always in that summer
Even as decades hurry by
There were some things you'd just never forgive me for
The view of life written in these lyrics
Were only turned into a letter
Words are but goods to be consumed
Memories cast to the bottom
In longing for something, crape myrtles² begin blooming
As it is, look
As it is, somewhere in a distant country, I wander in the gaps of a narrow summer
Now, everything about life has been written by you, and yet it's like an unshakable habit
My imagination is tracing back to a piece of paper
And how you're always at the edge of my fingertip
That's enough already
Now, one more time because this song is the last
There's nothing more to say, even so
Life is said and done
It's fine now, so sing
Now, everything about life is stupid to me
Even the white clouds flowing above
My imagination is tracing back to me
And how you're always in that summer