踊り子

Sometimes the past behaves like a forgotten item in the pocket of an old jacket: it seems to have been left somewhere far away, but then suddenly it is discovered, and it is impossible to pretend that it is not there. Thoughts go round and round like a record, and you constantly want to come up with a ‘what if...’ scenario.

The song echoes with this endless ‘rewind a little bit’. But despite all the nostalgia, there remains a strange feeling of steadfastness: as if even if time spins again, the most important thing will remain in your hands - love, which does not fade, but only changes form. And then repetition becomes not a trap, but a way to make sure that no matter what happens, the core will always remain the same.