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The torpid dog days of late summer were coming again

The ocean could not work up

The energy to rise a wave

Longing to dive into the waves,

They roll off their boards into the water

Let theirselves sink, sink once again

They crawl on the seabed again, and again

Now we hold our breath

And look at the sky

To the pale yellow sun

As we drift away

As we drift away

We got held down by a wave

Without air for a long time

We got held down by a wave

Without air for a long time

We tried not to drown in the sea of our pain

Revealing our memories from previous days

We felt alone, together

Now we hold our breath

And look at the sky

To the pale yellow sun

As we drift away

As we drift away

As we drift away