They weren’t but two lovers...
Who were walking slowly at the edge of the road. Who were holding one another softly. Who were talking tenderly...
They weren’t but two lovers walking as the clouds were getting thicker, as the wind was growing stronger, as the leaves, dry, were gathering by their side. Two lovers walking as the rain was falling.
But the rain could never touch them...  Rain couldn’t ever touch two lovers...


They were walking slowly towards the end of the road, there, where the road seemed to fade away when the trees seemed to meet. And autumn was blooming around them, dry branches....