LOVE YOU - A COLORS SHOW

It smells of the sea, exhaust fumes, and other people's perfumes - that's how the air smells when love has long since gone awry, but no one wants to be the first to turn off the music. He no longer feels anything, she still hopes, and between them are suitcases, half-truths, and endless “I love you”s, spoken out of habit, like a password to a closed heart.

Everything seems to be in its place: the sun, limousines, stories from the south, only the gaze is tired, and the voice sounds as if it's coming from under water. This is what happens when a feeling lives out its last weekend - beautifully, lazily, with promises to “talk later.” And even though everyone knows they will return alone, they still want to pretend, just a little longer - just one more evening - that love is still alive.