Tomorrow

Tomorrow will arrive

August August

Begins in every sense

Harvesting grain cuts

Maybe you can swim

I will remember all of them

Children of destiny

Each with their own

His share of time in books is here

There are a lot of moments that

Maybe nobody else can remember

Many happy memories

They also got out of control

According to wind

All of us want to

Sometimes waving the right

The sword is overthrown by King Solomon

Look at what kind of crowd

We get them

Dropped from the ground

Of the fallen angels

Nobody knows

Still today this morning

With the words I begin

I will write it to you all.