Midsummer will go on, but the roses will be gone, the boy will be gone, and those pure fantasies will fade away, too.
Love will go on, but the lovers will be gone, the sunset will be gone, and that rain-soaked rose will take dependence with it.
Nothing will go on. The flowering season will end, the tenderness will fade, and the word "again" in "goodbye" will turn out to mean never again.
Theme: Cherish the present.
