Ropang

This song is an honest and slightly bitter confession about love that grows not on soft pillows, but on bare ground. There is no gilding or beautiful signs here, only clenched fists, a tired heart, and a stubborn belief that even in the most crooked situation, you can build your own “happily ever after.” The music sounds as if an old wound is singing about how being faithful is also a talent, especially when there is neither wealth nor resounding victories around.

Each chorus is not a complaint, but a stubborn breath: despite the resentment, despite the lack of strength, still holding on to this love like a banner. This is not a story about weakness, but about that rare, quiet steadfastness that remains when resources run out and only bare devotion remains.