Future figure was just like blank paper,
as a distance with a youth gets distant,
it was buried with a dirty object.
And dream also gets a few thoroughly..
Summer comes, it becomes why my feeling comes positively.
It passes just as anything isn't after all.
For an object that is called summer,
when I got flutter there was it.
She started going up for steps to an adult.
Close and pour a mind for the door being confused.
She doesn't sing a melody of a wave.
And never to do lend an ear for whispering of a wind.
For a faded future figure, there was a margin more.
It does a mind that there seems to be what
I left more for me much.
For a day called tomorrow,
in order to make an expected color shine,
let's try to get flutter on first in this summer
…For either of this girl……