The Woman We Are Looking For-Who Dies in Siberian Slush

The flowers we bought for our home
Have long since died
You are close to me but i am alone
While I listen to the wistful songs of summer
Life is so different this summer
And we have become like strangers
Time has stood still
And I am going nowhere
You are drifting so far in your boat of indifference
You are like my ****** friends who died or deserted me in the end
So many die, so many make me sad
And what is left for me?
To live and watch these tragedies unfold