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