花束

Here, love sounds not like a loud manifesto, but like the quiet rustling of everyday life - ‘I'm sorry,’ ‘thank you,’ ‘hold my hand again.’ It's like a recipe for two, where instead of exact proportions, there are repetitions: hug a couple of times, kiss a couple of dozen times, laugh a couple of hundred times. Nothing is perfect, just endless attempts to be honest, to stumble, to make peace and to come back again.

This song is about how true strength is hidden in the simplest gestures. No promises forever, no illusions of perfection - just gentle stubbornness: ‘I want to be close to you right now.’ And it is precisely from such everyday confessions, from “sorry” and ‘thank you,’ from small rituals, that something much stronger than fragile vows is formed.