The whispers of summer. My dear friend.
Why would you leave me, after all the times we've spent together?
I'm hurt, I must admit. Why must your warmth depart?
Why must you slip away so quietly. As if you were dying.
This slow decay, this loss of life... why?
I miss you.
We'll say goodbye... granted, it's only for now.
I'll see you soon.
When the earth has thawed and the sun is shining.
Dally