Let it be

I admire Tomorrow. It never hesitates, it never waits.

I admire Next Week. The weather could rain, the heat might make me faint.

I admire Summer. The Sun shines so brightly, so brightly, so brightly.

I amdire Next year. Can't be predicted, and it can't be fake.



My dear, whatever awaits...
there is always tomorrow, next week, Summer, next year.

No tears, no fears, shall we put on all gears?