My heart has been broken. Translation: Winter has arrived. I am grateful to have loved you, Translation: Spring and summer composed a symphony, bright and soaring, but I saw the ending long before it came. Translation: but autumn had foreshadowed the end of it all. Our regrets were too heavy to carry forward, Translation: Winter howls with it's scratchy throat, pouring out the sorrows the sun never warmed away, yet I will love you, in some way, some other day. Translation: though some day, I will hear the whistle of springtide, and I will not flinch.