M'en Aller

There is something cinematic about this soundscape of night streets: the light of street lamps, wet asphalt, and inside - a soft, almost painful longing for a person who has become as familiar as your own heartbeat. Each line is like a step trying to catch up with a memory, but it keeps slipping away, leaving only a trace of warmth.

There is a feeling that the world has stopped spinning according to its own laws and is now suspended between “was” and “maybe.” There is no pathos in these words, only a stubborn desire to maintain a connection, even if only at the tips of your fingers. The music embraces you like a warm scarf in windy weather, and the lyrics are a whisper that says, “stay a little longer.”