Last warm days.
See how the sun sets tiredly
and light up in the sky?
Summer hurries with us to say goodbye,
these are the last warm days.
Hear how the grass whispers goodbye
the tale that summer will come again,
after the separation a date will come,
Happiness and sorrow turn!
Know where the birds are going
wedge screaming in empty skies?
Summer hurries with us forgiven,
but his sorrowful step is becoming increasingly difficult.
Very soulful, until the very last two words in the last line which made my mind kink.
Try "a struggle" vs increasingly difficult.
Or not.......