the summer is over it rains
where were we the last time that we talked?
oh... it was spring!
no. spring was magic.
we talked last a few weeks ago, and then i lost track of it all.
you told me that you missed me and i wondered if it was me or the redhead that was missed.
i like the summer when the heat is gone i like the spring when the breeze is warm i like the autumn when the sun is smooth i like the winter in the winter
i came to think of you and her, of him and i, and i have gotten to wonder. i see her more often than you do. you do not see him at all. we, we do not exist, we are eternal.
i mash your words and his. you asked me what it would be like... and he told me what it would be like.
when it rains, what is the truth?
