Est-ce que tu m'aimes ? - Pilule bleue

Love here sounds like rain that caught you without an umbrella: it promised warmth, but turned into an icy downpour. Between ‘forever’ and ‘I don't know’ there remains a shaky crack, in which vows, bracelets and the pain of one's own words are tangled. It seems that feelings have been burned to the ground - and yet memory stubbornly paints the face of the beloved under the eyelids. The result is a confession about how fragile ‘I love you’ is and how quickly it turns into a question without an answer.