Поющий Мрак

Is this really the end or the beginning? Still in the dress, mercilessly bright, But our mood darkened it, The weather is really hot today. The hairstyle runs contemptuously somewhere, My grandfather's sweater still makes me laugh. Your smile will help solve this, I hope my mind stops sinning. Everyone closed down, fearing to inspire too much, They were captivated and saddened by someone else's joy. And we forgot ourselves trying to get attention, No matter how vanilla it means. Is this definitely the end or the beginning, And a century will pass and gray hair will take over us like a virus. It's not as bad as it sounded. It's just a bad taste between you and me...