Summer's Spell
The cicadas in the trees call out at you, letting people know they are the representatives of summer
The leaves on the branches are bent northwest by the southeast wind, and the cicadas chirp even more proudly
Only on the grassy ground in the mountains and woods can you lightly catch a trace of cool breeze
The babbling little stream blows a burst of grass fragrance toward you, and you can't wait to jump in
You smugly smile in secret at those people who are dying from the heat
No matter whether others live or die, in any case you have already caught hold of this season
Right on your face, your body, your feet, the blessings of this whole summer have already been kept
At the age of 16, not understanding summer
The cicadas in the trees call out at you, letting people know they are the representatives of summer
The leaves on the branches are bent northwest by the southeast wind, and the cicadas chirp even more proudly
Only on the grassy ground in the mountains and woods can you lightly catch a trace of cool breeze
The babbling little stream blows a burst of grass fragrance toward you, and you can't wait to jump in
You smugly smile in secret at those people who are dying from the heat
No matter whether others live or die, in any case you have already caught hold of this season
Right on your face, your body, your feet, the blessings of this whole summer have already been kept
At the age of 16, not understanding summer
