In each “Time” - its own “Sun”, In each “Time” - its own “Shadows”, A “Window” slightly open to the “World”... A “Stirrup” not subject to “Time”... Pyramids of stones - covered with moss, “Secrets” of the “Time” of the “Arrow” bring everything together... “Doors” to the “Future” are open to us... “Shadows” of the “Past” still remember us... And are kept by “Centuries”, only “Stones”, Having not had time to turn into “Sand”... We were already looking for each other, Striving to enjoy “Life”, “Light”... We found each other in the “Centuries”, Erasing the “Time” “Spirals”, Through the “Roads” covered with dust... And, having found “Forever”, - not lost!..