Those Eyes

There is something indecently warm about it - like the smell of your sweater on someone else's shoulder or laughter that comes at the wrong time but is always appropriate. Everything is simple, without drama: casual touches, familiar phone calls, short “hellos” and “I loves.” That very tenderness that hides in everyday life - not loud, not ostentatious, but real.

The music sounds like a blanket you want to wrap yourself in after a long day. Each line is like a reminder that love is not fireworks, but quiet constancy. Small gestures, insignificant at first glance, but it is from them that a feeling is formed that survives everything.