A water plane skimmed over the pier and landed on the sea. I shaded my eyes with my hand and felt the wind breathing. On an afternoon at the end of the summer vacations, you enigmatically said to me, “I cannot see you any more.” While giving me a long kiss, you took hold of my wrist and gave me a wink that said “sorry.” Why won't you tell me the reason? You seem to be reluctant to get engaged. Maybe someone is preventing you from telling me. Miss Lonely Eyes, your beckoning skin smelled mysteriously sweet. Along with several other cabriolets, I drove you to the gate of the coast highway. With your sunburned arms behind your back, you smoothly dodged my kiss across the car door. I noticed that you're most beautiful when you're going back to town. I'm just a fool in love. The one whom I'd loved in summer was maybe an illusion of August. Miss Lonely Eyes, in the shallow water, you looked back at me and blended into the seascape. The flavor of the wind is changing now. Summer will end soon. Miss Lonely Eyes, maybe you soaked in the bright sunlight, most willingly among us. I'm just a fool in love. Some news about you has just reached the beach where I stay alone.