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Another gray day is approaching, cars gleaming in the puddles.

No one in this world has ever been so sincerely needed.

And I'm feverishly ill, with a terrible cold like you.

Everything was completely different when I planned to become your husband.

And this always happens—it doesn't matter whether it's summer, spring, or fall.

We only open our eyes, desperately asking the sky for happiness.

But the sky has forgotten us, it's simply silent in response.

And maybe it's all meaningless, there's no one up there at all?

You know, I too often dream about our first meeting,

when we were so carefree and young, the sky just shoulder-high.

Everything around us was so simple, the sun shone eternally.

And the malice and cruelty of this world so revolted us.

Living spring, beautiful summer, autumn and the magic of winter.

I would have liked to spend at least a hundred years together,

but by the will of fate, it ultimately lasted exactly thirty times less.

No matter how hard we tried, nothing could be fixed, of course.

Despite all this, I constantly moved towards each other.

As a result, I only left a cluster of new wounds on my heart.

And no matter what anyone somewhere said, remember, time doesn't heal.

No matter how much has passed me by, I don't feel any better.

It's cold, dirty, and damp outside, snow falls from the sky like ash.

This is exactly what I imagine a world looks like without you and me.

And if that meant anything, you would have said that you weren't here. rights,

All the promises and vows made were more than just words.

Remains,

But what remains of us when we parted?

Walking through life together, we lost each other

We killed all the sincere feelings between us

Trying to convince ourselves that we'd forgotten

And how we loved and how we suffered

We overcame all the highways, cities, and distances

In love, we were happy within, great within

Only the glimmer of memories remain

In our signature style, we pass through all the abandoned buildings, construction sites, and wander through the forest at random

Outside the city in August, lying down on the highway, watching the shooting stars

And at night, dancing outside in the candlelight, where only the moon sees us

Try telling me now that we weren't crazy about this love

And I'd just like to look into your eyes from the sunrise

And in their depths, forever drowning in happiness, soar into the sky

Throwing aside all everyday life, vanity, and problems, descend into your quiet pool

To embrace all these familiar devils - well, hello again, I'm home

It won't happen today or tomorrow - I'll also be alone here

In a city of strangers, Where only Loc-Dog in my headphones saves me.

And he finally helped me do what I couldn't for so long.

To turn my chaos of incoherent thoughts into handwritten lines.

And with these lines, my thoughts, like the endless flow of a mountain river,

breaking free, will fill a sheet of white paper.

Which, like everything in this world, doesn't deserve the fate.

Sorry, brother, it happens, live now and suffer.

Remained,

But what was left of us when we parted?

Walking through life together, we lost each other.

All sincere feelings between us were lost.

Trying to convince ourselves that we had forgotten.

And how we loved and how we suffered.

We overcame all highways, cities, and distances.

We were happy in love, great within.

Only the glimmer of memories remained.

Remained,

But what was left of us when we parted?

Walking through life together, we lost each other.

We killed all the sincere feelings between us.

Trying to convince ourselves that we'd forgotten.

And how we loved and how we suffered.

We overcame all the highways, cities, and distances.

We were happy in love, great within.

Only the glimmer of memories remained.