Still frame from Polina's clip

I want to remember how the bed is crumpled, How do you dress there in the dark, How do you leave a ghost in silence, without saying goodbye. We finished our novel about love, There are only a few words missing, Sit with me, talk to me. I want to remember how snow falls, Slower than usual, snow falls, Like a soul roaming around a room naked. Soon the echo of a new day will sound, Start it without me, Do not wake me, set me free. The play is over, the lights go out, And there are no more dots. Stop the music, the play is over, happy end. I will be like you did not want, I will do with others that you did not succeed, I will tear the last strands between us. Wet eyes blocking my hand, I ask you, my ex, Sit with me, talk to me. The play is over, the lights go out, And there are no more dots. Stop the music, the play is over, happy end. The play is over, the lights go out, And there are no more dots. Stop the music, the play is over, happy end. The play is over, the lights go out, And there are no more dots. Stop the music, the play is over, happy end. The play is over…