あの月にかかる雲のような

Warm smoke, slightly muffled steps along the night street and silence in which every breath seems louder than words. Here love doesn’t scream, doesn’t demand, doesn’t promise forever - it just lies next to you, hugs your shoulder and pretends that everything is under control. Although both have long understood: if this is a dream, then it’s one from which you don’t want to wake up. Because the moon is shining, the heart is aching, and the silence between the lines sounds louder than the chorus.