Esa Estrella

There is always that one person you remember even when you're busy - when you're brushing your teeth, scrolling through your feed, or just looking out the window, where that same star has lit up again. It's not that it hurts, just a slight echo inside: “What are you doing now?” It seems like it's all in the past, but memory is stubborn - it slips in laughter, eyes, silly habits, like a trailer for a movie you've seen a hundred times, but you still watch.

The song sounds like a night walk through memory - with lanterns, the smell of rain, and the quiet stubbornness of love that demands nothing, just exists. The kind you don't run away from, but rather walk quietly alongside, smiling at the sky, as if someone else on the other side is also looking up.