Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What do you want ? The coolness of your temple. You can't have it. I'll take it... Knock, knock ! Who's there ? Summer again.

The poplar lanes move on
but leave their reflection.

The poplar lanes move on
but leave us the wind.

The wind lies shrouded
full length beneath the sky.

But floating on the rivers
it has left its echoes.

The world of fireflies
has invaded my memories.

And a tiny little heart
is sprouting at my fingertips.