I paint my own summer.
I can’t seem to stop listening to this song from Mamma Mia — “Our Last Summer”.
It has painted me a very beautiful picture of a summer in Paris.
“We sat down on the grass by the Eiffel tower”……how romantic?!
Maybe in reality, things weren’t that beautiful.
Maybe instead of dining at a Paris restaurant, they ate at a food court.
Maybe instead of having freshly baked croissants for breakfast, they had some microwave Chinese dim sum.
Nevertheless, time beautifies the past — a place that you can never go back.
But why was there a fear of flying? 
Is it that they didn’t want to leave Paris and went home as the holiday came to the end?
Perhaps not all lyrics would make sense. Guess I shouldn’t let myself indulge in an imaginary world.
Sorry, but please pardon me for staying there for a little while…just a little longer, and I promise I’ll come out later……
back to the reality….. back to my work.
FYI: Here are the original lyrics of the song.
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Our Last Summer Lyrics
HARRY:
I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the river
And we sat down on the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh, yes
Those crazy years
That was the time of the flower-power
But underneath
We had a fear of flying
Of growing old
A fear of slowly dying
We took our chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
HARRY & DONNA:
I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
HARRY:
In the tourist jam
DONNA:
Round the Notre Dame
HARRY & DONNA:
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
DONNA:
Paris restaurants
HARRY & DONNA:
Our last summer
HARRY:
Morning croissants
HARRY & DONNA:
Living for the day
Worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
DONNA:
And now you’re working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet, you were the hero of my dreams
HARRY & DONNA:
I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
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P.S.
The only thing I hate about the above lyrics is: “And your name is Harry”.
This sounds so weird. Perhaps this would sound a lot better to me if “Harry” was replaced by your name.
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