歌詞

Old wind chime sings

Under the eaves at dusk

The day drifts away

With the sound of water

Bamboo shadows sway

Across a paper screen

Fireflies write their names

Where the river bends

Summer mist

Floating through forgotten streets

Cooling the memories

The stones still keep

Summer mist

Soft as a distant dream

A season passing slowly

Like a silent stream

Bare feet on wood

Warmed by the fading sun

Cicadas far away

Now become the night

A hand fan moves

Through the heavy evening air

Bringing a little breeze

From another year

Summer mist

Floating through forgotten streets

Cooling the memories

The stones still keep

Summer mist

Soft as a distant dream

A season passing slowly

Like a silent stream

The pond reflects

The moon in broken light

Nothing really changes

Yet everything is gone

Summer mist

Over gardens made of time

Carrying old voices

Through the pines

Summer mist

Where the heat and silence meet

A fleeting touch of coolness

Before autumn speaks

Summer mist

Summer mist

Drifting through the leaves

Never staying long enough

Yet never truly leaving