ただ君に晴れ

The song smells of warm asphalt after July rain, linden blossoms, and those evenings when the streetlights haven't come on yet, but the shadows are already twice as long as you are tall. There is no great drama here - only a gentle longing for a time when you could stand on tiptoe to look older and seriously believe that summer would last forever.

Every line is imbued with memories of childhood games and tag, of pockets where the night hid, and of photographs that could never capture the present. Growing up here means learning to let go, but at the same time preserving the smells, colours and deafening sound of cicadas that lived in every moment. Summer is leaving, but it remains in your mind forever - slightly rusty, slightly aching, and even more precious for it.