Whoa, oh! The hot, burning Sun!
Have you ever felt my rage?
I cannot describe its heat.
But you can feel it always.
Your fusion is strong,
My wrath is stronger.
Your supernova may destroy,
But my rampage will devour.
Why must my rage bleed in such excess?
I cannot go on like this, no one can.
So now that we come to our crossroads,
I ask, "When will this Summer Rage end?"