
π§‘ ππππ'π¬ ππ¨π The low hum of a refrigerator in the silence. One night, lost in thought, I began to see myself in that familiar hum. It was as if that machine was reflecting my own self. Fine on the outside, but cold within, time completely frozen... Standing on the boundary between life and death. ββββββββ On the outside, it looks perfectly alive Running without a single thing wrong But what's held deep inside it Grew cold a long, long time ago So that hum of the fridge That sounded like a sign it's alive Maybe it was really a faint tremor Hanging on the edge of life and death Beneath the machine's unending hum A space where everything's frozen in place Filled with nothing but the cold Where time is simply being preserved So that hum of the fridge That sounded like a sign it's alive Maybe it was really a faint tremor Hanging on the edge of life and death Maybe my heart is just the same Through the empty space, only coldness flows Repeating a meaningless beat It can't create any warmth anymore So that hum of the fridge That sounded like a sign it's alive Maybe it was really a faint tremor Hanging on the edge of life and death The line between life and death That faint, faint hum ...Cold. ββββββββ π ππ¨π«πππ§ ππ«ππ§π¬π₯πππ’π¨π§ κ²μ λ©μ©‘ν μ΄μμλ κ²μ²λΌ κ³ μ₯ νλ μμ΄ λμκ°κ³ μμ§λ§ κ·Έ μμ λ΄κ²¨μλ 무μΈκ°λ μ΄λ―Έ μ°¨κ°κ² μμ΄λ²λ¦° μ§ μ€λ κ·Έλμ λμ₯κ³ μ κ·Έ μμμ΄ μ΄μμμμ μ νΈμ²λΌ λ€λ €μ€λ κ² μ¬μ€μ μΆκ³Ό μ£½μμ κ²½κ³μ κ±ΈμΉ ν¬λ―Έν μΈλ¦Όμ΄μλμ§λ λͺ°λΌ λ©μΆμ§ μλ κΈ°κ³μ μμ μλ λͺ¨λ κ² κ·Έλλ‘ λ©μΆ°λ²λ¦° κ³΅κ° μ°¨κ°μλ§μ΄ κ°λν μ±λ‘ μκ°μ κ·Έμ 보쑴λκ³ μμ λΏ κ·Έλμ λμ₯κ³ μ κ·Έ μμμ΄ μ΄μμμμ μ νΈμ²λΌ λ€λ €μ€λ κ² μ¬μ€μ μΆκ³Ό μ£½μμ κ²½κ³μ κ±ΈμΉ ν¬λ―Έν μΈλ¦Όμ΄μλμ§λ λͺ°λΌ λ΄ λ§μλ λ§μ°¬κ°μ§μΌμ§λ ν λΉ κ³΅κ°μ λκΈ°λ§μ΄ νλ₯΄κ³ 무μλ―Έν λ°λμ λ°λ³΅νλ©΄μ μ¨κΈ°λ₯Ό λλ λ§λ€μ§ λͺ»ν΄ κ·Έλμ λμ₯κ³ μ κ·Έ μμμ΄ μ΄μμμμ μ νΈμ²λΌ λ€λ €μ€λ κ² μ¬μ€μ μΆκ³Ό μ£½μμ κ²½κ³μ κ±ΈμΉ ν¬λ―Έν μΈλ¦Όμ΄μλμ§λ λͺ°λΌ μΆκ³Ό μ£½μμ κ²½κ³ κ·Έ ν¬λ―Έν μΈλ¦Ό ...μ°¨κ°κ². ββββββββ ππππ | suno.com/@zarq Lyrics, Music and Arrangement: Β© 2025 ZARQ. Β© 2025 ZARQ. All rights reserved.

