Who Wants To Live Forever?

A subtle alarm in the diary: the eyes remember something, but the memory does not.

The past stirs at the edge of consciousness, as if someone is whispering, “Don't let go,” and then immediately asking aloud, “Who wants to live forever anyway?” 🤔

Music is like a late phone call - both a request and a confession: hold on, don't go, we only had time. There is tenderness in this, and slight panic, and a strange hope that after the next chord there will be a way to stay a little better than before.

The song is like a window through which you look at the dawn after a sleepless night: it's cold, but you can see the warmth. A little irony about eternity and a lot of warmth for those who are still holding on to the horizon. ❤️