A Summer's Day* John Lennon

Dedicated this book to my emotions and others I am too shy to dedicated to( for no one).
This book can never be completed without without.
And it's only a narcissist's grumbling.

You are not officially a paperback writer yet, you only draw silly love comics and wrote horror fiction to unfortunate people who read your fantasy, so you never expected to hear the familiar voice which you have been listening to.
A beatle that can make loud enough sounds to make the world now, before and onwards hear and never forget.

For your information, due to the typist's poor knowledge, so nothing is real, except names may happen to exist somewhere and English letters you can or can not read.

May a beetle vibrate with you in a summer's day, and still wake up next summer. May the snow never allow them stay six feet under.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade