You were the flower on a summer breeze that has lost it's taste.
All you gave me was a disbelief of faith.
You were the wind, ripping through gold leaves in autumn.
Sending us to our ultimatum.
Now I must conquer this winter alone.
Not to think about our past or it will turn me into stone.
The flower reappears in spring, blooming with your everlasting beauty.
This is my life in this cruel reality.