K HUBO PS MOR

The city lights flash, as if winking at this story - dangerous, daring, cloyingly sweet. Here, the streets smell of gunpowder, gasoline, and other people's gossip, but inside, there is only heat that does not cool down even in the rain. In this song, sex, risk, and attachment are intertwined like wires on a pole, sparking but still carrying the current. It's about how two people hide their feelings between flights, motorcycles, and nighttime statuses, but never let go of each other. Passion in which banditry sounds gentle, and tenderness sounds like a shot across the neighborhood.