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Because of the humid summer, the old signs 

Flake off rust though they're still not completely red 



The runaway kid with a key in his fingers 

Rattles it along the fence, the rust comes off again 



A perfect night, a perfect summer 

It was too perfect, clouding our vision 



Now the summer has gone and the old sign 

Rusts away, it's duty finished 



A cold night arrives, 

The key cannot be separated from frozen fingers 



After the humid summer, the realization of 

Sleeping alone on the seashore