Here All Night

A broken heart is best healed loudly - in a club where the bass booms so loudly that your inner cracks vibrate in time with the beat. Here, even the bar counter and the lift were once a battlefield for passion, and now all that remains is to dance until you drop, while the DJ plays the role of psychotherapist. Sweat pours down, not from exhaustion, but as if washing away memories. If the music stops, silence will cover you with its sticky memories. So it's better to ask for the bass to be turned up again and again until the night is over and the pain turns into rhythm.