The end of march

Looking at the sky: the summer's over

and I'm still thinking about you.

We're so far away but we're so near at the same time.

The blue ocean keep on calling your name.

The stars in the sky are still being yours.

The city's still ours.

Everything's better when you're here...

because I miss you.

This is the end of march,

the beginning of the autumn

and I'm still thinking about you.