And the sky is still blue, and you are still you."But it's the end of summer", they shout atyou, and then you shout back, "It's the end ofeverything.""It is august", you say. "I come back to myselfover and over again."Everything is nothing but a moment, and yourlife is a compilation of a thousand of them.
And the sky is still blue, and you are still you."But it's the end of summer", they shout atyou, and then you shout back, "It's the end ofeverything."...
