Hitam Putih

Sometimes love is not about being together, but about realizing that you cannot be together. Like heaven and earth: seemingly close, yet infinitely far apart. There is always something incompatible in it - like water that extinguishes fire, and fire that still strives to burn.

This song speaks of that quietest of growing up, when the pain doesn't go away, but becomes familiar, like a scar that you no longer reach for with your hand. The heart still argues with the mind, but somewhere inside there is a slight confidence that it will pass. Because even emptiness becomes familiar. Especially if it used to be called love.