Last Time

Kisses always seem endless until one suddenly turns out to be the last. Friday night on the street, laughter, the buzz of alcohol - and somewhere in the midst of it all, a random moment becomes a turning point. Between familiarity and loss, tenderness and farewell. There are no grandiose confessions here, only quiet fatigue and strange honesty: it's always too late to appreciate things. The music sounds like an unspoken “take care of yourself” that will never be repeated.