"What happens when the snow melts?" She asked me. "It becomes water of course." I sternly replied. "No Silly! When the snow melts...." Time,is precious.Time,shows me new things.Time...can it heal me? It still hurts,somewhere,it hurts a lot...but I don't know where. The seasons we spent together are now fading away,a white rose,pale as your complexion. Say it one more time... Just one last time...All Rights Reserved