To a November's Love

It's gonna be summer soon,

And it won't be so cold anymore.

The north wind that is trying to freeze you,

Will disappear in the morning sun.

The glass shards of spite, 

Will get washed away,

And the green grass will happily crush under your feet.

The summer wind will try to burn you, maybe,

But I know you will use that heat to feed the fire inside you.

The cold wind is gonna stop soon,

And you will be warm again.