Follow on ig: @kyle_a_marino A song about the past and future. The summer is a very juvenile season. Endless memories of youthful endeavors with those you called your friends linger in the realm of summer. Then comes the autumn. The leaves fall and the seeds from dead flowers blow apart to sprout anew, interact with different environments, yet, they are always a part of each other. They share the same memories and lessons. Nothing can tear apart their connection, not even the harsh cold of winter.more