I love summer, because I was born in winter.

Once the sun is out, worries melt away.

Once the sun comes shining, things are not as dismay.

Running in the sunshine, my feet feel like wing-borne.

And memories of a kiss in the sun is especially fond.

Under the sun, to my heart's content I sweat.

Under the sun, I squint my eyes, waiting on the tarmac for the car that will never come,

Watching the hot air distorts the horizon.

Ah, how I miss summer.

The sun outside is always brighter when I am kept indoors working.

But never in my leisure time is the weather so fine.

Such is life.

Many a summer afternoon, while hiding in an air-conditioned room, watching sunlight creeping through the windows, I cannot help but think: doesn't everyone long for what they can't have?

Melancholic boys are always fascinated by sunshine

Silence loves chatters.

Failure envies success

The frivolous bewitches the devoted

And the wealthy fancies the poor.

Which is why I cannot help myself but to exclaim… I like summer, for no other reason but, summer is summer.

So hard.

By Ying-hing Ong

*Translation from Chinese article.