真夏の果実

Sadness here does not weigh heavily, but spreads in a thin wave - like summer rain that catches you in the middle of the heat. It seems as if time has stopped at the border between two seasons: on the one hand, ripe fruit, sticky and sweet; on the other, a cold wind that carries its taste away.

The words swirl between longing and hope, between the salty taste of tears and the cloying memory of summer. And all this sounds not tragic, but almost beautiful: as if pain can also be a decoration. The melody gently picks up and carries you away into a half-sleep, where the memory of love becomes as eternal as the surf washing away the names written in the sand.