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Words form a soft blanket of memories and promises, where every ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ sounds like a little bead on a long string of days. There is no pathos here, only familiar gestures: the right hand in the left, steps along a quiet street, laughter that is warmer than any vow.

The music breathes unhurriedly, as if two people are walking side by side and noticing all these microscopic joys - a chance glance, a shared joke, a light rain that suddenly becomes lighter. Even the sadness in it is somehow homely, as if reminding us that happiness is not fireworks, but simply ‘stay close’ against the backdrop of a large, noisy universe.