Giời lừa

It's like accidentally opening an old album with children's drawings - the lines are uneven, the colours are unfinished, and in the corner there is still a piece of a dream about how things will be later. And now ‘later’ has come, but it turns out that the wind is stronger than wings, and the promised fairy tales often turn into a salty taste on the lips.

But the music doesn't let you get bogged down in this bitterness. It picks up, mixing nostalgia with a light touch of audacity, so that sadness doesn't consume everything. In every note, you can hear an attempt to prove that even if the world deceives and wobbles, there is still room in the heart for a new fire. And maybe it burns more painfully than we would like, but at least it is alive.