rain feels like ice on my skin,
when the summer is gone, and the autumn begins.
feel like a leaf on the tree,
when the wind blows my hair, blows me away - I am free.

flying through the daylight and night,
I know where I’ll go, I’ll fly to the other side.
there’s some kind of magic in me,
that keeps me alive, that makes me feel free.

goodbye.

seasons they change like the plans,
that you made for your life, they change again and again.
oh, like a seed in the ground,
that grows up and falls down year ‘round and around.

goodbye my summertime.