Realistic, ultra HD. On the threshold of the universe, on the shades of white lines, on the rays of the stars of radiance Frost freezes in my eyes. Where are the cosmic beauties They fit between your fingers And the crazy heights Reflections in the minds of wanderers. Where one doesn't mean two, Across the boundaries of the numeral Where you're standing without standing And it folded up like a seat And you sit and wait for the reckoning For your empty echo Where are the mutant suragates around Waiting for the time of sin She has a thousand names., At the same time, there is no name You've been doomed for a long time It's just a plot. Don't try to search, you won't find another way. All that remains is to wait, or to look into yourself. To see ... the infinity of the universe... it is song for you. my trip