The orquestra starts on a rather positive note… The instruments are ready to let go, and in so doing, give in. And the singer is willing, and trying, to follow the belief, that the pain is over. But you see, the voice cannot possibly betray. It’s linked to the soul. And the soul is in pain still; the wound is yet bleeding. So the singer remains true to this feeling, and his voice carries us there… Soft and deep, melancholy and painfully sober. It’s when I feel the range – perhaps one of the last, if not the one last blast of range – towards the end, I know the singer too, is ready to let go. And I know, would he have staied long enough till the last verse, the tear would have softened. Because his heart is, always, willing and unknowigly capable, to heal, and to love again.