Sometimes, the world falls into a silence so sorrowful that even music struggles to express it.

People still have things left to say, friends they wish they could talk to, and hearts that don't know what tomorrow holds.

Watching Gloomy Sunday makes me wonder if the saddest music in the world is not the music of goodbye, but the music of words we may never get the chance to say.

Perhaps, for some of us, the world is becoming one long, gloomy Sunday. 🖤
✍️ SaraR