Summer of Hypothermia Under the Banyan Tree

Those passing years seem to be separated by a piece of dusty glass But there is clearly a shadow named youth printed on it. Gently slide your fingers, leaving deep and shallow traces Time is both poison and good medicine No matter how beautiful the attachment is, no matter how profound the sadness is will gradually disappear as time goes by Those stories about happiness, sadness, love and hurt, and finally learning to face it calmly, calmly forgetting and slowly growing up are yours and mine...