Oh watch a day, a very hot day,
a bright day, yet I have something to say
about that day, it was so hot.

Blistering hot, a weather to bear every summer possible,
but that’s day felt like the impossible,
maybe I never felt it as much as before;
Say it was the heat of exhaustion,
walking in that heat was an uneasy-respiration.

I’m boiled, I’m cooked, and my blood was warm,
I felt exhausted, I felt fatigue,
I felt like I was about to knock out cold,
unconscious, walking a distance was not easy,
It’s like putting myself in the heat,
near a fiery furnace; it might be summer,
even so, say it’s not summer.

It was hotter than hot, that’s my way of describing it,
walking outdoor was a pain in the neck,
well my neck, I couldn’t take it.
The breeze was blowing, it was still blazing hot,
sun was sparkling crazy hot, oh my, oh my, I was hot.

A drink of cold water cools the pace a little bit,
however, that day was like as flammable heat.
That is when we would ever,
say it’s not summer.