Next Summer

It sounds like a letter that was never sent - too honest not to regret later. The voice is somewhere between sarcasm and melancholy, where resentment has grown tired of being loud and has turned into a quiet “well, okay, we'll see.” This isn't about drama - it's about that stage when the pain has taken root, but self-irony saves the day.

The chorus is sweet revenge wrapped in pop melancholy: let someone else break your heart, but the one who hasn't forgotten will always be there. A little bit of bitterness, a little bit of glitter, and now the pain sounds like a hit - because sometimes the most beautiful feeling is born from the ruins of what was “almost forever.”