It doesn't matter.

Our eyes had met for just one second,
But then they tore me away.
All was happy for that one short moment,
But then despair and hopelessness wore me down.
"A tout a l'heure" you said to me, as they blinded my last gaze.

From that point I only had dreams,
To dream of you and the things we could be.
But as I sat in that dark cold room,
Everything felt dead and I knew you would forget the love we had.
"Il n'a pas d'importance" was all I could whisper.
So I whispered it and continued to dream of different things.