Winter May – The City’s Winter Comes from Within
May. The sun is warm enough, yet something feels cold.
The trees sway with fresh green leaves, but people's steps are as heavy as winter.
Spring and summer arrive, yet the heart remains frozen.
A city holds its own seasons, regardless of the weather.
Some days feel as desolate as midwinter,
some nights suffocate like the peak of summer.
It is not the wind that makes us shiver—our feelings shape the wind.
Winter May is a work born from that sensation.
A moment of facing winter, not in the air, but within.
What sounds will emerge from that cold?
(Frédéric Chopin – Étude Op. 25 No. 11 in a minor)
Winter May – The City’s Winter Comes from Within
May. The sun is warm enough, yet something feels cold.
The trees sway with fresh green leaves, but people's steps are as heavy as winter.
Spring and summer arrive, yet the heart remains frozen.
A city holds its own seasons, regardless of the weather.
Some days feel as desolate as midwinter,
some nights suffocate like the peak of summer.
It is not the wind that makes us shiver—our feelings shape the wind.
Winter May is a work born from that sensation.
A moment of facing winter, not in the air, but within.
What sounds will emerge from that cold?
(Frédéric Chopin – Étude Op. 25 No. 11 in a minor)