2022

It seems that somewhere between the years and lost dreams, the line between ‘us’ and ‘me’ has blurred. Everything that was once alive and loud now sounds muffled, as if coming from underground. This song is like the feeling when you look in the mirror and don't recognise your reflection: the face seems familiar, but the gaze is no longer yours. The air smells of the past, someone else's ‘I love you’ pulsates in your veins, and your body still remembers - even if your mind let go long ago.

Here, the cold is not about the weather, but about the loneliness that has become a familiar backdrop. When even the pain doesn't cut, but just hums like the low frequency of an old radio. And yet there is a strange beauty in this darkness - like in dried flowers or an old photograph, where you don't know who to feel sorry for more: the one who left or the one who stayed.