RESTE-LÀ

Love here is more like a battle between honesty and habit. It seems like they're both tired, but no one is leaving. They just put on autopilot and pretend everything is under control. Against the backdrop of the bass and a slow beat, a light confidence is heard, behind which hides a person who knows all too well that everything has long been falling apart. There's a mix of regret, tired flirting, and those phrases that are repeated when people don't want to admit the obvious in the air. I want to stay and run away, and maybe just breathe out. But instead, a steady rhythm, a hint of predatory calm, and a voice that seems to smile even when talking about the end.