In Memory Of Summer

Summer is leaving,

The memories are still dry,

With the heat of sunshine,

The mind has turned barren.

Fire is in the heart,

And soul needs to quench its thirst.

What to remember,

Why to remember?

When things are to be forgotten forever.

Summer left the mark in the heart,

Nothing is left to be murmured.

The flowers are faded,

Leaves are dried and damaged,

Birds are tired and unable to fly,

The orchard is dead,

And spring has become dry.

A vacuum in the heart,

Mind a barren land,

The thirsty soul in search of love,

As love was more painful than summer,

It has left me to suffer in his memories,

The scars are so deep,

And wounds are still there,

But eyes have no tears,

And Summer is going to leave.

In memory of summer

Shall I sing you the song of love?

Or, before it leaves,

I will close all that is gone.

With summer shall I say goodbye to my love?

Or, shall wait for the rain to arrive,

And dampen the heart?

Summer has some mercy on me,

But my love is merciless.

What to believe

Why to believe?

When promises are broken.

Summer at least does not change,

Though it is painful,

Being so close to my soul,

How my love can change?

Now, summer is leaving,

Shall I send a letter to my love?

Asking him to send some rain of love?

Summer is leaving,

The memories are still dry,

With the heat of sunshine,

The mind has turned barren.