Rumah Ke Rumah

It's like flipping thru the pages of an old notebook - with names, notes, tiny dedications to those who were there. Each line is like a letter that was never sent, but still holds the warmth of hands. Where the music gently sways, you can feel the awkwardness of youth and the gratitude of adulthood. No big dramas, just the simple ability to say goodbye gently, without slamming the door. There's movement in this sound – as if someone is going "from house to house," not searching, but accepting. Fatigue becomes light, love is no longer romantic, but warm, familial, hard-won. And somewhere in the middle is that moment when you realize that learning to leave is also an art.