Случайно вспомнилось перед сном. Сначала мне показалась, что ничего не было, но с утра я убедилась, что было.

I even don't remember how many years I am deeply in love with his music. And I miss the time when I could write a message to him. Everything changes, but something stays the same. I cannot write to him, this possibility has changed, but I still want to do it, because this need has not disappeared.

please tell me//
where the years disappeared //
in here, my dear//
did they pass by quietly//
or winged by the crying hues//
of the craze of time //