Description
Love here sounds like rain that caught you without an umbrella: it promised warmth, but turned into an icy downpour. Between “forever” and “I don't know” there remains a shaky crack, in which vows, bracelets, and the pain of one's own words are tangled. It seems that feelings have been burned to the ground - and yet memory stubbornly paints the face of the beloved under the eyelids. The result is a confession about how fragile “I love you” is and how quickly it turns into a question without an answer.