The tiny boat, unseen by the shore
Lies upon the mirror of the sky serene
Giant eyes strung on a hemp rope
A thousand threads and strands
The delicate wind pierces through this body

She will never have a chance to grow up
Her pale red fingers broken into pieces
A new ending

I start weaving pairs of oars

In the blank silence of all things
Almost imperceptible
The me you lovе
Has disappeared into the gifts of multivеrse
The meaning of my existence
Shatters under your gaze