grew hot without a care.
The signs packed along the office streets
glow on, with no sign of falling asleep.
The rain keeps coming more often.
The waves crash and break against something somewhere,
Between the asphalt it almost seems like the scent of earth.
Dance to the 5, 6, 7, 808 bass rhythm.
And let yourself fall into ecstasy.
With a swell of feeling that suddenly rose for no reason
I sing of a midsummer night.
Don't leave, summer.
Give me a memory I'd be glad to see broken.
Before I start to feel sad
come back to me.
...
On a road thick with heat haze, I
thought even the sound of cars' horns felt hot.
The faint memories left behind
still make me sing of a midsummer night.
"Don't go, summer."
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Truth, not the feeling that the quality is getting worse and worse
