Like The Rain

There is a fire that does not warm, but only burns - and yet you still want to reach for it. Memories cling to the smell, to the morning light, to every little thing, while the heart stubbornly searches for words that are still not enough.

The music sounds as if rain and flame have met at a single point: sometimes a cool melancholy, sometimes a heat that is impossible to tear yourself away from. And in this strange contrast, an addiction is born - sweet, painful, but so alive.