I remember the movement of lips, The touch of hands. I've heard that time erases everything. Do you hear the heartbeat – It's a scythe striking a stone. And there is neither sorrow, nor evil, Nor bitterness, nor resentment. There is only the north wind, And it will wake me Where the star Adelaide will rise. Lyrics from Boris Grebenshchikov's song 'Adelaide' The work is for the competition "Вечные" by Andrew Kuzinskiy. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to finish on time. I got upset, abandoned it, but now I decided to come back and finish it:)