I didn't record the rain.

In it, the drops of her distant eyes.

It penetrated with silence.

We talked about love...

It wasn't time that consumed it.

It created an invisible ending.

And with that string that life plays—it plays with her, half and half.

And she doesn't need the rain to remain silent.

There's nothing left here.

The last supper is set on the table.

It's not easy to remain silent as before.

He shouted upward! - she remained silent.

Exploding the essence of silence.

Inside, everything was constricted with pain.

We talked about love.

And in the raindrops—their dreams.