Sitting on the pier
Soaking in the sun
In the Swedish spring
My time here is almost over
So I'm relishing every last minute
Goodbyes are hard but better than
Not getting the chance to say them at all
Snow once covered the pond
But now the reflections of buildings
Take over the water
Only broken by rippling waves
I wish I could stay longer
But my time here
Much like winter
Is coming to an end
Fare thee well
