Lyric

White clouds

Drifting slowly by

Summer comes

Every single year

Still somehow

It always feels brand new

A warm breeze

Through the window

Maybe memories

Aren't about

Never letting go

Maybe one day

They simply become

Something

We can smile about

Around this time last year

What was I doing

Remember

That ice cream

From the corner store

We couldn't

Get enough

Ordinary days

Change their names

Only after

They're gone

Maybe today

Isn't as ordinary

As it seems

Right now

After the rain

The air feels

Cooler now

Summer isn't

Only made

Of sunshine

Maybe it's also

Where memories

Quietly grow

A day

Without a name

May someday

Become a treasure

Before we even know

I can't go back

To last summer

But somehow

I can still

Find a little piece

Of who I was

Funny how

The smallest moments

Are the ones

We somehow

Carry forever

Maybe happiness

Is something

We only notice

After it becomes

A memory

Summer comes

Every single year

Yet somehow

We'll never meet

That same summer

Again