"Trandafiri," they call them. Roses. Beautiful, yet designed to draw blood if you hold them too tight.
As the final notes fade, only the rhythm remains—a steady, pulsing reminder that even after the petals fall, the roots stay buried deep. "Trandafiri," they call them
We walk through gardens of our own making, picking the brightest blooms only to realize the thorns were always part of the deal. The official video captures this fleeting beauty—the contrast between the vibrant red of the roses and the gray shadows of a love that has moved into the past. " they call them. Roses. Beautiful