My bright blue sky,
My sunshine,
My happy rays of the sun!
Rain is starting to pour every night.I never like the rainy season.
It's gloomy. Just sad.
I dreamed of summer as my happy thought.
I dreamed of April as my sole reinforcement.
But the cold wind of May,
and the strangeness of June,
They approach me fast and
cunning.
I want the Sun to embrace me with warmth,
to kiss my nose and say,
"I won't hide beneath the clouds".
I want the Sun to burn it -
until it turns into ash...
So I can blow it away.
So even if May and June come,
I will be alright.