I understood then that although we were perfect traveling companions, in the final analysis we were just two lonely pieces of metal tracing our own trajectories. It looks as beautiful as a shooting star from a distance, but in fact we are nothing more than prisoners imprisoned inside and unable to go anywhere. This is how we meet when the orbits of two satellites occasionally cross. It is also possible for two hearts to collide, but only for a moment. The next moment I fell back into absolute loneliness. One day it will turn into ashes. ——"Sputnik Lovers"