Life is ups and downs, life is variable interpolation. He separated from you then, old season back home, and where he could not see. I just remember the season, like going forever storms. Then it gets colder, the wind started blowing slowly, gradually cold, chilly bouts ... Remember the days of late autumn, after the car they say he laughed saying, tingling singing love songs with just childish voice, just sweet. He rubbed my head that are gentle laugh. How we share a little story. He laughed, I laughed, blue sky. We talk about the difficulties, he gently hugged the small shoulders. I stopped crying, he assured, the sky is not blue, but much nicer! Remember the early days of winter, hand knitting hands. I head buried in his coat, pretending charge this year to star freezing. Talk to each other about their future, about the happy ending that people often told. I hope you look forward, we seem to have seen very clearly the day ahead. The sky is magical, filled with a rainbow of seven colors. 
A human life is not the same in May - passed steadily and clearly. Life's not like the four seasons - spring, summer, autumn, winter and the spring. Life is ups and downs, life is variable interpolation. He separated from you then, old season back home, and where he could not see. I just remember the season, like going forever storms. Wind can tell you my heart? Say that I was singing on the way back, still childish voice beyond repair. This year nobody likes to sing his song, the wind will help me ok, flew to him, send him the day shift. Wind can tell you my heart? Saying that I still wear warm when cold weather overflow, the heart continues to draw a lot of happiness. This year nobody knitting his hands, the wind helped me ok, glides to him not only cold, only to blow at his eyes do not tear. Wind can tell you my heart? That I missed you. Trade Me Season spilled on it ... He places it, you hear the wind saying?