Francesco Gabbani - Foglie Al Gelo -

"We are just leaves in the frost," she had written in that final note. "Waiting for a sun that has forgotten our names."

The pain of her absence was sharp, like the air hitting his lungs, but it was proof he was still standing. He looked up at the pale, winter sun struggling through the clouds. It wasn't the roaring heat of August, but it was enough to make the frost glisten like fallen diamonds. Francesco Gabbani - Foglie al gelo

They had been like leaves, vibrant and green, fueled by the reckless sun of their youth. But seasons are indifferent to the plans of lovers. The wind had shifted. The light had thinned. "We are just leaves in the frost," she