Summer in a small town English / Английский язык

There’s the magic that lives in the summer in a small town From the outside it looks absolutely ordinary But there is the magic that comes When the warm wind blows trough the trees again A magic that comes when the sun starts to show her face again It’s a life that comes after the storm It’s all the streets that we’ve driven about a thousand times before It’s running trough sprinklers and getting soaked It’s having your time all to yourself again It’s ice cream and long walks at night It’s sitting under stars and on parking garage roofs It’s letting yourself fall for the first time It’s that golden hour before the sunset Which is the closest we can get to tangibly feeling magic It’s losing friends and somehow finding new ones It’s lonely nights when you wish You just had someone to hold your hand It’s warm nights, starry skies Finally feeling seen by his brown eyes It’s learning to trust and a quiet peace inside It’s phone calls and fireflies It’s coming alive for the first time I’ve lived these summers countless times before But I never really felt the magic until he came along And even if he’s gone before the leaves change I’m ok if he only lives in the neurons in my brain And even if we never speak again, the memories mattered He mattered, I mattered and we matter Even though stars burn out and sunsets fade Even though time marches on like the phases of the moon The thing about life is that it’s not ours to keep It’s ours to live until we have to return it We can only do our best with every breath we are given We have to find the magic everywhere we can And even though everything else may change Summers in a small town always stay the same