melodrama

Like a wet ticket for a high-speed train stuck between the pages of an old diary, it smells of rain, Javel water, and something unsaid. The two seem to be close, but each is in their own compartment: he argues with his feelings, she counts the bruises under her eyes. Everything flows like paint on paper, and yet the pain does not dissolve, it only becomes more beautiful.

The song sounds like the moment when you realize: love cannot be brought back, but it cannot be thrown away either - like that strange untitled track that cannot be found on Shazam, but which still plays inside, even when the train is long gone.