It only seems like I’ve been seeing your beauty for the last three months,

Now I have to watch you die more and more day by day from my window.

The green garnments that used to decorate your dress have

started to fall apart;

Your beauty decayed and made a mess in your entourage.

You seem nothing like the one I used to sit by during the hot summer days;

Yet you still have the tattoo I carved onto you,

And every time I look out my window, you still stand waiting

at that same spot we first met.

I think it’s time to get over that nostalgia.

We’ll see each other next summer at the same spot, only you’ll be

refreshing, beautiful, and full of youth again.