Don't Cry My Love

Words here do not persuade - they are whispered, as if stroking your shoulder at the moment when your inner world is falling apart. The music sounds soft, as if covering you with a blanket and suggesting a simple but difficult thought: sometimes it is better not to hold on, but to let go. Let it collapse, let it fall apart - something new will be born from it.

The lines convey fatigue, reconciliation, and a quiet strength that comes not from struggle, but from acceptance of the inevitable. The storm passes, the heart is still beating, and suddenly it becomes clear that turning around and leaving may be the bravest decision. Gentle melancholy turns into bright sadness, and sadness into relief.