That Summer Solstice,
I buried my feet
under the sand.

You held my hand, thus,
made me blush.

The next Summer Solstice,
I buried our memories
under the sand.

My resistance was faint,
couldn't help the pain.

This Summer Soltice,
I'll bury myself
under the cell
of our story.

You'll hold me.
Again, be us
of that Summer Soltice.