Maybe you should have done something sooner.
Maybe then it wouldn't be too late.

You can be full of regret now,
wish, wish that things could be different.
But they can't.

Soon there'll be none left,
and then what will happen?
Who knows?
You don't.

It's too hot. It's too cold.
The world is changing,
it's not my fault,
not my problem.
I won't be here to see it.

The ice is melting. What have we done?