M'en Aller

There is something cinematic about this sound: the light of street lamps, wet asphalt, and inside - a soft, almost painful longing for a person who has become as familiar as your own pulse. Each line is like a step trying to catch up with a memory, but it keeps slipping away, leaving only a trace of warmth.

There is a feeling that the world has stopped spinning according to its own laws and is now suspended between ‘was’ and ‘maybe’. There is no pathos in these words, only a stubborn desire to maintain a connection, even if only at the tips of the fingers. The music embraces like a warm scarf in windy weather, and the lyrics are a whisper that says, ‘stay a little longer.’