Human world of July

Summer blowing

Fiddling with my chord of exchanging sense quietly

The state of mind of beating has captured my space

Unwilling to close the eyelid of swelling

Let the angle of skirt fly upward the figure to rotate

So whirl about charmingly Different life

Fall scattered in a place magnificently and beautifully

I burst forth the quiet smiling face

That is crazy about in right summer

Expectation of tomorrow

As the warm air has fallen through at night

I know that is spreading happily