Tú No Lo Ves

There is a strange melancholy in returning - the further you travel, the less space there is for two. Cities flash by, conversations dissolve into street noise, and the face that was once home becomes a shadow in your memory. The wine tastes bitter, the moon reflects in puddles, and everything around you seems to whisper: no one can replace the one you are looking for. The song sounds like a confession made across the distance - soft, stubborn, and slightly powerless. Because love is still alive, but the other person just can't see it anymore.