夜に駆ける

It's as if the evening itself has forgotten where reality ends and memory begins. The air is thick, as if before rain, and the words are quiet, as if afraid of disturbing something fragile. Everything in this song dissolves: light, sound, breath - only the feeling remains that someone was there, and now only the warm shadow of their laughter remains.

The music flows like water on glass, and in each chord there is a little farewell, a little hope, a little “let it be.” It is the kind of sadness that does not cut, but soothes. Because, perhaps, not all stories should end - some just quietly melt away, like the sunset in the window.