Glaze light shadow
We've already missed it before we even started
We are already old before we smile
on the squeezed face
There is a twisted sadness
The warmth that penetrates the body
There is a coolness and charming coolness
Watery eyes
An unusually soft scent, with some extinguished ashes
Smoothes the shallow wrinkles between eyebrows
rising crimson
unhappy
Unsmellable fragrance
But it left a beautiful trace
in blurred memory
desolate…