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Sometimes pain sounds quieter than expected. No screaming, no hysterics - just a calm admission to oneself that all this time, feelings were one-sided. He loved as if he could warm ice with his breath, and for a long time did not notice that what was in front of him was marble, not a heart.

The track seems to be made of tears that have already been cried. The sadness here does not cut, but dissolves like evening rain in the dust of the city. In every chord, there is reconciliation with the obvious: not all love is mutual, but there is a certain purity in this. Stupid, defenseless, real.