Another Cruel Summer

At some point, everything becomes crystal clear: the rain, the falling leaves, and there it is - that feeling of anxiety that creeps up when the rain has long since ceased to be romantic and becomes just rain. The desire to hold on to a love that is a mixture of summer memories and cold autumn fills the heart with doubt. Questions spring up like mushrooms: “Will you still love me when I'm alone?” But somewhere among these thoughts, something important slips through - a feeling of connection, that moment when love is no longer perfect, but real. Music is like life: sometimes it lifts you up, and sometimes it makes you think that not everything is under control.