On my own, all grown,
The sun stings my skin,Β
Transforming it from snow-pale to a caramelized tone.
Itβs been this way,Β
Summer cannot stay,
The caramelized tone will fade away.
Then, summer will become distant,
Just to circle around again,
And re-soak my skin in the sun.
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ββββ ΰ¨ΰ§ ββββ