We cling on to that shimmer of hope,Those two months,Where the light shines forever,The grass sings in the wind,Light turns the night red and yellow,Yearning for those two month,It keeps us alive,Through the darkness and cold,The blue and snow,It's when I meet you,Before you disappear,Into the darkness again,But before I have opened my eyes the moment is gone again,Harvest is again here,And I harvest alone, against my will,But the time has past,You are gone again,But no matter how cold Norway is,The winter can not break me,Tomorrow is not far away,The sun will return,And so will you,So maybe next year,Maybe the sun will give me a chance to find you,Until then,Stay warm,Stay safe,Stay happy,-Nicholas (me)