Moroz & Lapka
Lapka Lapka
Hey Moroz, ever notice how the snowflakes fall in their own quiet rhythm, almost like a silent beat that matches your thoughts? Maybe we can sync up and see if we can dance through the cold together.
Moroz Moroz
I hear each flake like a quiet drumbeat, but I prefer to sit and let the silence flow. Dancing feels loud in a world that hums so softly. The cold is a companion, not a partner.