The summertime… Has come.
This year it makes me cry.
You were the only one,
You were the first to die.
This summer isn’t warm,
It’s rainy. Cloudy sky
Became your only home,
Became your last good-bye.
There’ll be no summertime,
No wintertime no more.
This life’s no longer mine.
Who cares, what was before…
Before this summertime.