Wush…
The wind blows up
Skin feels dry
Sun is watching me
I am turning around
and they don’t know what am I thinking
Wush…
An apple falls down from up there
I say, who did throw you, Mr. Apple?
But I got the silent
Perhaps I should’ve said more politely?
Wush…
An eagle flies away
Should I say, where do you wanna go, Mr.Eagle?
No, he will get mad like Mr.Apple
Now I choose to be silent
Summer is not beautiful as I think