There was no escape from the summer sun,
Dazzled the sky with a light of gold,
Then with a joyful song it was done,
Our eyes of morning sunshine behold.
Now, on the delicate air again,
They let our summer in the stream,
Slowly it trickles upon it then,
Seemed to my soul as a rosy dream.
Darker Story: Ice Scream | Summer '22
