The weather map predicts cloudy skies turning to sunny. On Monday

The weather map predicts cloudy skies turning to sunny. On Monday, I chose the third Keihin Expressway. Flowing clouds part, revealing a sky so blue it seems to draw me in. The dazzling sun is my target, a Frisbee flies far away, whoosh! On the sandy shore, a black dog leaps to catch it. Like the summer sea’s swell, I still think of you. I was left behind, surely you are the one who found freedom. The merry-go-round spins in the light, children play ball on the beach. Those brand new sneakers from that day, so white, I felt embarrassed. Does the scar from when you fell at the final goal still hurt? When I felt lonely, I told myself we’d meet again soon, and I smiled as we parted. Summertime Blues, Summertime Blues. When the next wave comes, Summertime Blues, I’ll run again, barefoot, Summertime Blues, our hearts were one. Like the summer sea’s swell, I still think of you. I was left behind, surely you are the one who found freedom. Does the scar from when you fell at the final goal still hurt? Summertime Blues, Summertime Blues. More than invisible eternity, Summertime Blues, I believed in you, here beside me, today. Summertime Blues, Summertime Blues. If I could change something, Summertime Blues, this summer, barefoot, barefoot, We’d surely find our way, summertime. Summertime Blues, Summertime Blues. When the next wave comes, Summertime Blues, I’ll run again, barefoot. Summertime Blues, Summertime Blues.