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It's as if the air suddenly becomes thicker, warmer - and it's impossible to tell whether it's from love or excitement. Everything around is bathed in the hues of the February sun: a little sadness, a little heat, and that feeling when even breathing gets in the way because it carries the name of another person. Each line seems to be drawn straight from the heart, mixed with supplication and stubborn tenderness: “Let God decide, but don't you go away.”

This is not a confession, but a spell in the language of kisses and expectations. It is the kind of love that should not have happened, but happened anyway. And now even the pain in it sounds beautiful, like a chorus that never wants to end.