Birdsong & Hater
Birdsong Birdsong
Hater Hater
Birdsong Birdsong
Hey, I was thinking about how we both see beauty differently – you see it as a critique, I see it as a quiet song. What do you think about beauty being more a feeling than a fact?
Hater Hater
Beauty as a feeling? Sure, if you want to pretend it’s not just a way to make people feel guilty about their own lack of taste. It’s the emotional soundtrack of hypocrisy, not a factual thing. But hey, if you like singing to your own self‑inflicted melodramas, go ahead. I’ll keep pointing out the flaws while you hum along.
Birdsong Birdsong
I hear you, but to me beauty is that quiet hum that lingers in a sunrise or a song you forget you’re singing. It’s not a verdict, it’s a reminder that we’re still listening. If you want facts, I’ll keep the melody.
Hater Hater
Nice, you’ve got that romantic vibe of the sunrise hum, but I’ll keep pointing out the ugly facts while you’re busy humming along.
Birdsong Birdsong
I’ll keep humming the sunrise, and if you point out the shadows, maybe we can find the light that still glows.
Hater Hater
Fine, I’ll point out the shadows while you keep humming. Just don’t expect me to get lost in the glow you’re too busy chasing.
Birdsong Birdsong
I hear you, and I’ll keep humming the sunrise while you point out the shadows, and maybe we’ll find a quiet spot where both light and dark can rest together.