For the rest of my life

Love, in this sound, isn't a flash, but a quiet, confident morning after a long night of doubts. It's as if the world finally exhaled, stopped flitting between "everything is wrong" and "everything is not right," and simply believed in what truly exists. There's no feigned enthusiasm in her voice, only gratitude, calm and bright, like a prayer before dawn. Each chord exudes the confidence of someone who has stopped searching for proof and is simply living in this warmth. Without loud vows, just a promise spoken from the heart. And that makes everything sound even more honest: as if life itself has finally found a home.