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The track is like a nighttime highway in a half-empty city: headlights glide across the asphalt, a cigarette smolders between your fingers, and your thoughts carry you further than the car can drive. Here are memories of carefree youth, when it seemed that everything fell into place, and today's reality, where there is “an apartment and a car,” but happiness still hides somewhere deeper. The music rocks like walking on a tightrope: as if life is constantly balancing between the ropes of obligations and the belief that a fallen star will eventually show the way.