Tune 1. I can't cope with a longing for you
This tune is entwined with uneven trembly steps of feet pacing back and forth. With the rarity of pure and unexpected luck. And the canvas of the song is obsessed with the concept of non-meeting, looking for its reflection in both a friend and a stranger...
Tune II. "What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying?"
This tune craves to copy the silence. To reach the ultimate essence of it and pattern the soul of winds floating within abandoned walls. The notes here are entangled and anxiously trying to get out of their own confusion. Thoughts mark the same tracery and make a great riddle out of the simple way of things going. This is a tune of looking and contemplating.
Tune III. "A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm."
The third tune one can't hear. Maybe, because it is the most important one, and the quietest, hence... Its voice trails off and the street's noise drowns out all the aftersound. The final song is only imagined, probably: there is no final, so there can't be a farewell carol.