Oliver Hua, Toronto
July 2nd,2018
Season is like a wind
It is the time July comes
July is a time to run after the wind
July is a time the sunshine shines as a fire
So July it comes
The time of July is like a wind
A wind like and a fire like July is the time sun shines all over the world
The bit wind cold snow winter no more
No more the cool wind sorrow rain of autumn
Not even the spring cold that chills everyone's heart
Like a wind is the time of July
The time like a wind blow over
It lost its way under the sunshine
The sunshine shines as a golden fiery fire
It is July as hot as this fire
As gold shining hot wind blows over
In a season like a wind
The memory is evaporating
They evaporate over to the high far sky
A wind is blowing the remaining cloud away
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