Eventually.

If we've survived so far, I really doubt we will ever drown.
We will pull through, just like we've always done.
And eventually things will get easier, nights will get longer, we will get rid of thick wool sweaters, our skin will get darker and our hair will get fairer; we will sing and dance and play music on the grass.
Eventually, we'll look back only to see our suffering from above.
Eventually we'll be grown-ups, and we'll see that all these little things we leave for tomorrow are actually being buried deep down, where we'll never find them again. Luckily. I guess.