"A life goes by,

Romantic dreams must die...

So close to reaching that famous happy ending,

Almost believing this one's not pretend..."

The process of healing's like searching for a blooming blossom

under the harsh winter weather,

The only solution to which is time;

so to bring in the warm air once more,

which harvests the young and new,

so to blur and put in the distant

the less admirable momentos of the past.

The cure to heartbreaks

is time.

B.