Red leaves on the ground.
Summer leaving,
Seasons changing,
Fall coming.
Sixty days of hot summer in the country of the maple tree,
And now it’s mid-September,
And today is the last day of summer.
My darling, beautiful, adored summer,
Where are you going?
I don’t want you to leave.
I’m not ready to let you go just yet.
I still want to hold your hands,
Hug you tight,
Kiss your peachy cheeks,
Caress your flowing hair.
I still want us to wear floral dresses,
Run with our bare feet on the beach,
Swim in the blue sea.
I want us to watch the moon and the stars
While lying down on the soft sand.
I want us to go with the car windows open
And listen to loud music while on the road.
I want you to sing along with me.
I want you to be my best friend