秋日河畔的宁静与变迁

**imagine Hello, my friend! I thought we were alive. The sunset burns over the river again. The old willows wash their tresses in the river, A flock of crows bathes in the Ingul, gulls sway lazily on the wave, people have rolled up their beach umbrellas. Summer is drunk to the bottom. Autumn comes, filling to the brim. Glasses with puddles, barrels with seas, And river streetcars sleep on the docks, the light of the lanterns dims in the fog. Autumn walks along the streets of Ingulskaya and Prodolnaya, She paints the leaves, moves the wires, She releases the birds and lets them fly. Some birds fly away, others disappear forever. You are like a bird that has fallen into the sky, You're like a leaf that flies up And silently fly away... I'm letting you go Forever, And the memory of you will stay with me. If you can come to me in my dreams. :: pastel poster, city punk, highly detailed and complex, golden ratio, luminous, ultra-minimalist, 8k --ar 9:16 --q 2 --v 5 --s 750