Summer arrives in a corner
Fevers do subside,
As complicated cycle will a fruit
Every bit itches more
before we set our roots
And we're tested on the things
we didn't approve, o o o
And I thought I caught your efforts
to find where answers are
But how many times
I found you quit on yourself
O, Pruned
La La La La
There’s nothing I can change now
But I get up
To sing a song of your season
It always comes back
when the trees get wet
The season of green
Might be all you wanted to see
And though I always agreed
with your idea
To go far from here
Well, somethings have left some
kind of marks on me
I can’t lose the feeling;
A love that sent from outside
Though you can’t answer,
I always send some
Small greetings from this ugly world
I can’t let go of your name
I know you’re a part of my planet