秒針

In this song, time becomes a character - stubborn, cold, with thin arrows on its wrists. It moves forward, while the heart is stuck somewhere between “goodbye” and “if only.” There are no loud gestures here, only quiet stubbornness: singing until hoarse, so that at least the echo carries the words to where no one is left.

Each line sounds like a letter that was never sent, like an attempt to rewind the tape to cut out the moment of error. The sadness is thick, but not hopeless - it glows with soft moonlight and smells of the night wind. Even when love is gone, it still continues to breathe in time with this melody, like a promise that you want to keep, no matter what.