So much tenderness is on the mirrors
Where the shadows of the poses in the preschool dress
draw tenderness on the bodies and summer in the eyes
Endlessly and so tender
Cannot forget that summer anymore
as if by the wind the cheeks will be somewhere
kissed by autumn. Maybe, it's a pity
that wind can't be so tender
The river of the sunrise hid the night
the shimmer of the tears. Oh, this summer
Burned in a hundred thousands of stars, dressed in love
The sky droped a little beam of light
So tender
Can't forget anymore