Once in a warm summer, you were in love, but it was all in vain. In the light of eternity, in the books of nature, it was not written that your love would be answered. Now your path through life isn't clear anymore. You only can feel one thing: the warm winds of summer and then you will remember your love, like other sensitive persons do. But life goes on, and you float through your days in melancholy. Always a tear in your eye.
Once in a warm summer, you were in love, but it was all in vain. In the light of eternity, in the books of nature, it was not written that your love would be answered. Now your path through life isn't clear anymore. You only can feel one thing: the warm winds of summer and then you will remember your love, like other sensitive persons do. But life goes on, and you float through your days in melancholy. Always a tear in your eye.