A boy and a girl sit in a room that feels half-dream, half-memory.
They're singing — not to each other, but to the space between them.
Their eyes never meet, but every word is soaked in what they couldn't say before.
Glowing fragments of lyrics float in the air, like thoughts finally escaping.
It's not about closure. It's about understanding — too late to change it, but just in time to let go.
This is the sound of silence turning into truth.