Hot summer is the burning mountain
And in dark mysterious life.
Hurry up dear
For the sky covers you
On this earth at this time.
Oh, your heart is at the top
Of the tree far away from the sea.
And I am listening to you
Patiently and in love.
Thanks for the day
Tries to dissembles us.
No lie but life
Full of truth dear
Hot though, pure cold.
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