Do you still remember the promise of watching over the summer?
The eyes are moving and the words are flashing, why is there such a lie hidden behind the person I identify. Why does what I believe to be true have an indescribable ambiguity behind it.
The tenderness behind the indifference, the indescribable familiarity under the evil smile, are you here to fulfill the promise? Why do I always see your shadow when I look at them?
Now, do you still remember the promise made that summer?