As I recall the summer of those days
I can’t help but wander in the memory lane
Of the sweaty days and breezy nights
I don’t remember if I ever whispered a fond adieu
Now is the time, to make the wrongs right
For in this summer I realize
The breezy nights are still alive
Probably waiting for me, blithe and cold
And here I am conditioning my air
There are no stars above my head
To sing along the beats of the universe
And dulcify my mood
Which is rather cold
Lost is nothing but me in this summer.