Таро

Love here isn't just a feeling - it's more like a gamble with fate, where the cards are dealt not according to the rules, but by intuition. Everything revolves around the night windows, wine, and the scent of skin, where each breath is like a new hand dealt. It seems the chances are small, but I want to believe that the tarot won't deceive me, and it won't be just another illusion, but something real. Everything in this song is a little too beautifully inhuman: the sky paints stars, laughter sounds like a melody, and the heart seems to be specifically designed to make mistakes over and over again. But even in this mistake, there's something right - as if the world allows itself to sink a little into the chemistry between two people, without demanding anything in return.