本当はね、

A mixture of sweet chaos and awkward sincerity - like a conversation where you start by sending sharp phrases, and then three messages in a row saying, ‘Sorry, I didn't mean that.’ You can feel the tremor in every word: the desire to be liked, hidden behind the mask of ‘I don't care.’ It's funny and touching at the same time when a stern posture turns into childish confusion.

The music seems to swirl around a mirror reflecting a girl with perfectly styled hair and trembling hands. She is learning to be nice, learning to be honest, but between the lines it is clear: all this is not a role she is playing, but an attempt to get closer somehow. Fragility, disguised as courage, sounds louder than any words of ‘I like you.’