¿Cómo va a saber de amor?

The bitterness here sounds not like a reproach, but like a weary insight: no matter how hard you try, a person without warmth will still not understand what love is. The words slip between confession and manifesto - as if someone has grown tired of justifying themselves and finally decides to break out of the circle. The moon becomes a confidant, quietly illuminating other people's doubts while the heart gathers the remnants of itself and learns to say ‘goodbye.’ The melody is like a mixture of pain and tenderness: slightly smoky, with a hint of wine and night streets, where common sense kills passion, and madness is the only proof of true feeling.