Rapture

The track is like a frame from a movie that wasn't finished in time - it all started with a single glance, and then it went downhill from there: your heart is pounding, your skin is thinner than paper, and inside it's August all year round. No drama - just heat, caramel on your lips, and the certainty that it will all happen again next time. Because this isn't just love, it's a state of being: barely breathing, barely thinking, barely living... just to feel it more intensely.