Подо**ем под дождем

The house is empty, but it's as if the echo of footsteps remains, unwilling to fade away. It still sounds, a longing or a light expectation trembles in the air, as if someone is about to return. The music is like the wind after the rain, swaying the curtains: nothing is happening, but everything is already on the brink between "forget" and "wait." The rhythm lulls you to sleep, and then makes you move not because you have to, but so you don't stand still inside yourself. The song can be listened to like a breath before sleep: a little shaky, but honest. The kind where there are no promises, just a quiet "let's go" without any extra words.