"Oh, what have I said in vain?"

Absence only makes the heart grow further away.
But you knew that from the start, didn't you?
What we had just can't survive the autumn death.
The winter cold drives both of us away.
I'll talk to you in june when the spring rains have passed.
When you'll take my hand and steal my passion again.
We'll speak of all that could've been.
And in the end, the stars will calm us as we walk away.