More songs by Shaboozey
Description
The walk turns into a small pilgrimage: each step seems to mark time, each flower in your hand is a reminder that life is measured not by finishes, but by pauses. There is fatigue, light, and the feeling that the road does not have to lead anywhere in particular - it is valuable in itself. The music sounds like an evening campfire: a little sadness, a little strength, and a quiet agreement to linger in this moment a little longer, as long as the world allows.