And then,
being awkward.
Waiting for someone to take their от before taking,
Oh,
it's over,
it's over,
there's no more time to meet,
to meet.
But the promise of the past,
the promise you made,
has become dust.
Dust.
Dust.
Waiting for the one who's gone
Once the lover's eyes
Are open in the afternoon
The memories are still here
Why did you forget?
Who is it for?
And you said
The evening comes,
I step up alone