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The rain behind the wall seems to whisper something old and unresolved. The air is thick, you can almost scoop it up with your hands, and somewhere in it, a quiet ‘you’ trembles - not a call, not a reproach, just an echo that still remembers. The world seems to be wrapped in silence, like a woollen blanket - warm, but a little prickly.

The sound of this song is like the breath between words, when it's too late to explain, but you can still feel it. Everything has been scattered by the wind: happiness, summer, familiar roads... But somewhere deep beneath this coldness lives a strange calmness - the certainty that someone will still find their way to the very heart, even if it has long been veiled by rain.