ANÁLISIS | SIGNIFICADO
A long December stretches ahead, with a glimmer of hope that perhaps this year will be brighter than the last. Memories fade of the departing words, lost in the swift passage of time.
Each day spent in the canyons, each night in Hollywood, carries the weight of forgiveness sought. The scent of hospitals in winter lingers, a reminder of abundance without substance.
In a crowded room, a flicker of light captivates, bridging a connection to a girl across the way. Thoughts wander to another time, another place, where laughter came easier and secrets remained hidden.
Driving to Hillside Manor in the dead of night, conversations turn reflective, touched by the melancholy of winter. A long December unfolds, a chance for a fresh start, a belief that the coming year holds promise.
Moments slip through grasp, reminding of the fleeting nature of time. And as days pass in the canyons and nights fall in Hollywood, the longing for the ocean grows, beckoning a return to forgotten shores.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - a chorus of acceptance, a gentle nod to the ebb and flow of life's seasons.
