The Ghost of Summer

Now they walk freely across that meadow
Holding hands, sharing thoughts, wonderful
Making their way to the sun, carving their names on history
History, what a great story
Imagine you and me strolling on an evening
Laughing and chatting oh it's just amazing
What about a picnic in the public park
Grasses below, Skies above, people surrounds

And with you here, you bring that ghost of summer
I know you know, i know you know i suffer
What's worse for us? What's better for us?
No matter what we'd do, There'll always be the ghost of summer

The meaning of those treasures aren't "how you get that" or "when you get that" or "why you get that". It's just you and you alone who feel that way.

So, would you give your hands and start to dance with the ghost of my summer?