We pressed our memories into the sands of summer
Like fragile sand castles against the water.
As the leaves turned red, orange, yellow
The waves crashed and the towers tottered.

The good times faded into seas of amnesia,
Replaced by the shapeless remnants of their beauty.
The trees withered like old men by the shore,
Over broken castles as far as we could see.

Soon the waves began to fade into the water,
And the snow was once again on its way.
We started to rewrite the beautiful summer again
On the dreadful winter's gray.