Because of the humid summer, the old signs Flake off rust though they're still not completely red The runaway kid with a key in his fingers Rattles it along the fence, the rust comes off again A perfect night, a perfect summer It was too perfect, clouding our vision Now the summer has gone and the old sign Rusts away, it's duty finished A cold night arrives The key cannot be separated from frozen fingers After the humid summer, the realization of Sleeping alone on the seashore
