Je pense à vous

Through the lights of big cities and the noise of unfamiliar celebrations, a quiet melancholy emerges, like a breath into a telephone receiver. Each line is like a postcard sent from afar: restrained but warm, with the scent of home that always awaits. There is no drama here, only the gentle pain of separation and the stubborn belief that distance is temporary. The beat rolls smoothly, like a train on night-time tracks, and the voice clings to memory while the world around it flies by too quickly.