I will come… I will come to you like blue smoke from the darkness… and on your skin there will remain only a scent in which wine resembles blood, and love - a verdict. It comes in silence, poisonous and sweet like wine. Sweet, but bitter, like the last kiss, it falls into the heart with the excitement of red roses and leaves the old monastery - incense flutters in the air. You drink for the last time, as if you know that after that there will be no next one.

"I will come... like blue smoke I will rise towards you from the darkness... And on your skin, there will remain only a scent in which wine becomes blood, and love — a sentence. It comes in silence, intoxicating and sweet like wine. Sweet, yet bitter, like the last kiss. It descends into the heart with the anxiety of red roses and leaves behind an old monastery — incense flutters in the air. You drink for the last time, as if you knew there would never be another.