The pleasant summer memory of us,
When our little feets touched the grass

We were growing up fast just like,
The changing seasons that never last...

Tell me? What you think about me?
Have you really forgot me?

Or do you remember me as a blurry memory?

Was I the spring songbird in your chorus?
Or was I the cold wind blowing in autumn?

Did I become your morning rays in the winter ?

Had I been the decent memory of that summer?
Have I become one fantasy that you long to relive?

Just like we used to under the flowering night Jasmine tree?

We could've run around the meadows again
Chasing after the dragonflies at the dawn of summer break...

Back when we were just kids at heart