Because of the humid summer, the old signs
Flake off rust though they're still not completely red
The runaway kid with a key in his fingers
Rattles it along the fence, the rust comes off again
A perfect night, a perfect summer
It was too perfect, clouding our vision
Now the summer has gone and the old sign
Rusts away, it's duty finished
A cold night arrives,
The key cannot be separated from frozen fingers
After the humid summer, the realization of
Sleeping alone on the seashore

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