... again from the story of the White Knight, because I can't translate Drop or other my rhymes those have compound layers of meanings. Now I don't know how it might be possible to translate such rhymes ☺
Tell me why does such a bustle need if everything will have this only end? Each our miracle will have be hackneyed And never any broken world will mend.
Fresh juicy fruit will change to foul dust. Some slime will hide the surface of the Spring. The time erase all lines of Earth's crust. The Weird Sister has cut any string.
Every sunrise comes only to sunset as formerly all roads led in Rome. All our life is universe's vignette and our souls vainly ask their home.
So each of deaths is fated from above.
But I believe. I hope. And I love!
If You found any mistake in the text, please, help me to correct it.