In a cold morning, the burning sun becomes necessary for relief. But imagine what happens if the sun refuses to rise. Well, I’m not the Sun— but I am the son of his ancestors. A reincarnated soul. As I open a new chapter of my true self, I sit before the mirror, having a wall-to-wall session with who I’ve become. The way I reflect on songs is the same way I reflect on my image staring back at me. Sometimes, composing too much creates confusion. So for now, enjoy this moment with grace and appreciation as we cross into a new year. I love you all. NOW STREAM ON 🔥😈🔥