It seemed...

Red summer flew away
Its days of cheerful joy
For me you went unnoticed
And only memories remain.

Now it's raining and slushy outside
Dirt covers the fallen leaves.
Sometimes I want to cry,
To enjoy the summer again.

Artifacts from earth and fallen leaves die, remembering the past summer. A little more and time will wash away the memory, but while it’s still alive, it is like a woman, and her female silhouette, surrounded by butterflies, looks back, admiring the fairy tale of memories.