Note from me, Wait... That's a bonus track. The year was tough. But we cannot expect everything to just magically turn out fine again. Happy moments are important so that we don't lose hope, and they give us strength—strength to face the unknown and turn our future around for the better. Whoever is reading this: You've probably listened to the Song. I know it's not very uplifting. Nevertheless, I wish you a year filled with wonders and hope. - Orzhovia
Lyrics: [Verse 1] The streets exhaled the ghost‑warm breath of hollow days, Billboards grinned too wide beneath the sky’s dark haze. We learned to toast the wreckage like it still had worth, Calling it a party just to keep our hands from earth. [Pre‑Chorus] Every headline cut the same familiar hurt, And still we walked ahead, too numb to call it dirt. [Chorus] Happy last year — we whispered through our teeth, While the world burned slow and quiet underneath. We raised our glasses to the heavy, stagnant air, Pretending not to feel how crooked everything sat there. Happy last year — a toast to what slipped through, Counting every heartbeat like a debt we somehow [knew. [Verse 2] We wore our hope like paper crowns in freezing rain, Little signs that tried to stand against the strain. The clocks kept turning though the lights refused to glow, And silence pressed our ribs until we bent below. [Pre‑Chorus] Still, we gathered fragments of the days we missed, Holding them like something fragile we once kissed. [Chorus] Happy last year — we whispered through our teeth, While the world burned slow and quiet underneath. We raised our glasses to the heavy, stagnant air, Pretending not to feel how crooked everything sat there. Happy last year — a toast to what slipped through, Counting every heartbeat like a debt we somehow knew. [Bridge] Maybe all the broken things are seeds beneath the frost, Waiting out the cold for what we haven’t lost. Maybe every ending hides a stubborn, trembling glow — A quiet ember whispering its small, defiant “no.” [Chorus - Outro] Happy last year — the words still taste like steel, But something in the hush begins to almost feel. And through the thinning smoke, a faint glow starts to mark Not hope, not light — just a raw, unfinished spark To carry with us into whatever waits in dark. Credits Original Project "Whirling Snow" by : Photo by Rory Björkman on Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/
