Springtime. A special season of transition, of motion and emotion, passing from a monochromatic snow-laden picture to one that is fresh and vibrant. It’s only natural to feel enticed by these new landscapes, to frolic and flourish for entire months, carelessly. But for some lonely souls out there the story goes quite differently. Lured in by some otherworldly songs and laughter from far away, by fragrances of red and green, by blinding golden rays that warm their frigid heart, they lose track of time and space. Later they wake up naked and betrayed, aching and burning, with short memories of delight. She laughs. And they keep waiting. That’s the real Heartbreaker.