Silhouette

The acoustic guitar melody, stripped of all flashy ornamentation, feels as if it's leaning in to accompany a midnight soliloquy.

Each word is spun with care, yet with a lingering sense of listlessness. There is no shouting, no powerful singing. Only an extreme whisper, like a breath escaping right by your ear, gently envelops your loneliness. It cherishes the "now" that passes in an instant, much like a firework.