I promise, you will only cross my mind in Summer.

You didn't hear this from me,

but the breeze that first touch your face

when you set foot on this land

said it's sad to see you leave

While the torching ray accompany

your journey home

The moon and all her

starry friends at night

will hide away in your sky

the wind can't reach as far as tide

to bid you a distant good-bye,

And I promise, this much I can,

Only in Summer will you cross my mind.