Gọi Cháy Máy

Sometimes the night turns into a call centre for broken hearts. Where every attempt to call is not a request to ‘come back,’ but simply a test of the connection: suddenly, love is still somewhere on the line. But the subscriber, as usual, is out of range. And it seems that everything has already been said, all mistakes have been made, but your fingers still reach for the number, as if someone on the other end still remembers how your heart beats on speakerphone.

The song seems to have caught that very moment before letting go completely. When it still hurts, but it's already a little easier. When you realise that no matter how many times you call, the signal will still be interrupted if the connection was just an illusion.