Tú No Lo Ves

There is a strange melancholy in returning - the further you travel, the less space there is for two. Cities flash by, conversations dissolve into street noise, and the face that was once home becomes a shadow in memory. The wine tastes bitter, the moon reflects in puddles, and everything around seems to suggest that no one can replace the one you are looking for. The song sounds like a confession made across the distance - soft, stubborn, and slightly powerless. Because love is still alive, but the other person no longer sees it.