One day, you will forget about her--
The one whose voice animated your whole world.
You will no longer hear her,
Nor even listen in the hopes that you might.
Don't let anyone tell you
That every season's roses are the same.
She made you happy in summer--
You, who loves the ice,
And the long nights.
One day you will forget her
And be poorer for the forgetting.
One day you will put her behind you, and be free to do anything you like.
And then what?
Oh dear girl...
Just nothing at all.