In summer it bloom

The lost summer bloom,
In a way that odd,
Lost in dark,
Lost in bloom.

Called the breeze,
A windmill in saint,
Lost in vain,
Lost in sin.

Bite bite all the gift,
Kiss kiss all the creep,
Beat the soul,
Beat the beast.

Like a summer breeze,
Like a summer rain,
I will love you,
Till the heaven drain.