- Spring have left,
Autumn come.
- Where is summer?
- She is crum.
- She's crum?
- Because the time
Flowing fast
And the present
Becomes past.
- Not the problem.
- You are lying,
When time comes,
You will be dying.
And the every-every second,
What you spend in vain,
In an instant turning into
Severe, burning, hellish pain.