Stand by Me

It's like a conversation that's gone on too long, and at some point, there's only silence between the words. It's all like a simple key, a door, a promise to "leave someday," but beneath it all lies the weariness of endless attempts to understand why things don't work out. The melody hovers on the edge between longing and resignation, like after a prolonged rain when everything is soaked, but the air is easier to breathe. In each repetition, a quiet plea not to disappear, even if no one knows what will happen next. The wind, the cold, and the rain seem to have understood before anyone else: everything passes, everything returns, but nothing lasts forever. And yet, I wish someone would just stay by my side until my heart cools down.