It's summer again.
Girls' colorful nails remind me
Of my mom's garden.
Garden Balsam is blossoming now,
They are waiting for me to color my nails.
The natural watery red
nails are so pretty, I used to hurry up to my
mom's house every summer.
She plants Garden Balsam year after year, She knows I will come
soon
When Garden Balsam is blossoming.
The happy laughter still surrounds
me,
I can see my mom picking petals up for me.
I know my mom is leaning against the door, And looking far away.
And from far away, I am looking for
my mom's Garden Balsam.