Nothing will be the same as before

The whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency. Infinite sadness crept into the hearts of all living people, because love was dying. She is beautiful, incomprehensible and powerful, was an integral part of all destinies. Once, as if a gentle moon illuminated the firmament, people rejoiced at the fire burning every part of their hearts. But an eclipse has been reigning for a long time, and it seems that dawn will never come. There was an old man, longing for the days gone by. The flame of the past burned in his eyes, and only the shadow of bygone times illuminated the fading hope in his soul. Settling accounts with his expiring life became his only goal. From a distance, there was a girl at the broken pie, like an invisible moon in the firmament of the night. It seemed that she was lost in a world of hopeless dreams. Her eyes were filled with abandoned dreams that had long lost their wings. The bitterness of the past scratched her soul, like impassable cliffs on the path of life, leaving no chance to break through the clouds darkening the sky. The wounded past and the hopeless present united them with the eternity of antiquity, which they lived as if in another existence. They looked at the evening haze of the nameless river, and their hearts were betrayed by a nostalgic twist. The leaves fell like the last notes of touching music, and the ghostly dreams disappeared, disappearing into thin air without a trace. The dilapidated ship, the whole world and the old house - all disappeared, leaving only the ruins of hope. In their despondency, they turned into a mosaic of ruthless life, the fallen petals dissolved in the moist earth. The unusual crunch of frost underfoot reminded of irreparable losses. All the dreams turned into flashes of distant stars that could not be reached. Inhaling the penetrating smell of the withering pawnbroker of fate, the old man and the girl wandered through the haze of bowed messages.