Like I’ve said earlier,

It’s not the time to pluck the fruits of a tree
and the flowers aren’t yet ready to bloom…
harvest season is a long way off.
I wish I could change the season
thawing Jack Frost on the ground
may be, just may be …
the lovely sun will decide to appear
One of these days and hasten it all

all that I wait and long for…
And yours

But why do you have to tell me
Tell me that you’re going for sometime
Where will I be then?
So, what will I do?
I hate to wait without you.