Love

[Intro]

[Verse]

I reached a point on the road
where silence speaks louder than promises.
My chest learned how to beat alone,
without asking tomorrow for permission.

Today I expect nothing.
I stopped dreaming my dreams.
Laughter comes quickly,
but soon fades into the air.

Emptiness has become part of the routine.
I carry days in my pocket
like someone carrying stones and learning their weight.
Not every pain screams,
some simply remain.

From dreams, from fear, from the road ahead,
I don’t know if it was hope
or fear of walking forward.

Love… ah, love,
I no longer know if it is destiny or bad luck.
Between shallow encounters and nameless nights,
touch became a brief contract,
affection, a rare thing.

There are no kisses, no embraces,
just sex until release,
then each goes back to their own place.

And even so, I keep going.
Not because of courage —
but because stopping hurts too.

That’s how life goes on,
without fear of breathing.
Breathing itself is already a victory.

Even when the heart grows tired,
it still keeps walking.