Echoes of a Boyhood Summer-睡眠艺术家
Cicadas hum a symphony to the heat
Dusty roads crumble under bare feet
A music box plays a melody frail
Warped by time like an old fairy tale
Jump ropes slap the air far in the haze
Childhood whispers lost in golden rays
Vinyl strings cry sweet and forlorn
Memories bloom where the summer was born
Bicycle wheels squeak like they're alive
Each twist and turn a dream takes a dive
The sound of silence heavy like night
Folding into moments too fragile to write
Broken tunes hang like clouds in the skies
Bright but fleeting like fireflies’ cries
The gaps of silence hold what we lost
A treasure locked in nostalgia’s frost
Jump ropes slap the air far in the haze
Childhood whispers lost in golden rays
Vinyl strings cry sweet and forlorn
Memories bloom where the summer was born
The music box slows as the sun drops low
Silence engulfs where dreams used to grow
Distant echoes fade into the deep
Cicadas hum a lullaby to sleep
The music box slows as the sun drops low
Silence engulfs where dreams used to grow
Distant echoes fade into the deep
Cicadas hum a lullaby to sleep
Jump ropes slap the air far in the haze
Childhood whispers lost in golden rays
Vinyl strings cry sweet and forlorn
Memories bloom where the summer was born