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There are feelings that don't die - they just fall down like water from a cliff. Loud, beautiful, and inevitable. There is no peace in them, only movement: a splash, a noise, a moment of silence - and then another fall. Love here is not about happiness, but about an element that doesn't ask if you're ready for the depths.

The music lashes like rain after the heat: it cleanses, burns, leaves a mark. Between the lines - salt, air, and that very “almost” that burns stronger than any “forever.” Two people who could have become an ocean, but chose to be waterfalls - too turbulent to merge, and too alive to stop.