The demon brought to life
During the month of August
Is everything over again
And back I am among the winter
Before even the leaves have begun to fall

The day will come when my birthday
I hate these years with numbers
It haunts me
Is this how my father felt

I am beginning to understand the meaning
And everything comes closer
How many years you just playing around

Now I’ve had enough of you
You are never with me
And you never get me to feel good
My anxiety escalate again

Summer has just three months
And winter more that I hate
This dreary darkness that follows
How should I handle another year
Starch and preparations are increasing
I see it all in front of me