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Sometimes love enters the soul so quietly, as if it had simply asked for a glass of water - and then it kicks the door off its hinges and leaves without saying goodbye. It leaves behind an echo of vows that, as it turns out, were worthless, and the shadow of a smile that still lives somewhere in the mind, like an annoying melody.

In this sound, there is the bitterness of recognition and the strange dignity of the one who remained. No hysterics, no drama, just silence after the thunder. The music flows slowly, almost viscously, like evening light in an empty room. And somewhere there, in the background, you can still hear the question: “To whom will you now give the heart you broke?”