Summer will come to our land...

Sunrise comes to south,
And the night comes to north,
Look around, walk through the district,
Wild wind wishes to walk.

Summer will come to our land,
Trees will rise branches again,
My friend, it'll be in our universe,
Neverending firework.

The beam of sun will sparkle in the sky,
Fluff will fly from poplars again,
After all when a body is warmed by sun,
Our soul is warmer too.

We always wait summer for a long time,
And it pases in a flash,
Hurry up or you will not have time
To write about it in the diary.

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