Kling 2.5 Turbo (pro)
The frost is sooooo good! Everything—for the thrill! The cars' galoshes crunch the asphalt. The bright sun Glows with a timid glow, What are the Japanese like? Dreaming of summer? Why did reason remind you of the Japanese? Probably rubbing, Zero is out of phase again? I'd better go, Try on my skis And slide down the cliff, At least not off the roof. Frost and sun— Pushkin wrote... Yes! You can see, zero is rubbing Against the top of my head? Frosty air The wind sways. Clusters of icicles—On the parapet. I'll break one, While they can't see! Well! I'm fooling around Falling out of orbit. Whether old or young, What does it mean to be snowy? If only the bright, gentle day doesn't melt.