Hate and deny the memories, fear the sadness.
Fled to the penalty, hide every night I'm just pain.
I speak with anything, my tale misfortunes, I listen to my silence.
I laugh my crying, I disregard regret, I suffer loneliness.
I try to forget, I try to live, not look back.
What is my destiny, where I go, where are you?
I suppose, that this trance, it will not be eternal, like the time.
That old time, a master of punishment and oversights.

Summer, summer time.
That is the memory.
Time passed slowly,
playing every moment