Beyond the edge of eternity, carelessness, the limbs of a blizzard - when dreams were not with us, when we did not close our eyes. We will not wake up, we will not return to each other or to others, from the back of the mirror glass. Beyond the edge of clear, and rainy, and vain winter days, when blue breaks without sound, when the night is white without sleep. We will not return to each other or to ourselves from the back of the mirror glass.