I feel the brimming rhythm
of that sunny island
which brings me a smile on my face
when I see that photo.
My one favourite season
will come along soon, won't it?
I put it in my pocket in anticipation,
grasping it tight.
Ah, I'm getting ahead of the present,
having that summer you gave me
all to myself.
As I rushed in
toward the tree's short shade,
I met you by chance -
so beautiful.
Burnt down to the tips of your toes,
annoyed by those girls:
even if as we made merry
it was but a daydream.
Ah, I'm getting ahead of the present,
having that summer you gave me
all to myself.
I feel the brimming rhythm
of that sunny island,
I run in the springing
light.