Love epilogue

You'll be watching from afar,
 Through the tulle curtain of the crowd.
 Between us, like a frozen river,
 The winter cold held down the summer flowers.
 The parting was prophesied by the sorcerer.
 Words are woven in a sticky web.
 Frowning autumn, cold at the door,
 You'll remember how dizzy you were!...
 How to dream of happiness for two:
 Meetings, glances, a gentle hand...
 And now, the smile of your lips
 And there's an extinct candle in the window.
 Don't worry, dear, about me,
 Though hot from the lashes tear,
 You'll write a story yourself in September
 And you'll find me in the crowd.