At the end of the summer

Because at the end of the summer,
i would be really sad.
To know that i cannot longer feel the warmth of the sun,
the clear blue sky,
and the summer breeze.

Because at the end of the summer,
i would be really scared.
To think that i would not be able to feel the warmth of the summer again,
to think that my next summer would be totally different than this summer.

And i wish that i wish i could go back to the very start,
but that would not be possible.
Time passed and things changed.
And we cannot take what's left in the past,
no matter how much we want it,
and the only thing we could do is to treasure them.



“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
- John Keats


Because at the end of the summer,
i would not say goodbye.
Because i'm sad, i'm scared and i'm hopeless.
And if there's one time i'm being brave, i would say that

"let's make this as an endless summer"